Ayy, how the song flip
Certified beef, get it on, bitch
Ridin' on the road like I lost it
Buss lag smell, makin' me nauseous

Uh, uh, still got it
Steppin' out the light like damn
I'm a artist, fuck I'm shy for
I ain't never got a hide for

Workin' on shit that you really gotta die for
Of course, mind tellin', who you tellin'
Degenerate, I ain't never watch Ellen
I'm chillin', love songs get out my feelings

Huh, understand how I'm stackin' to a million
Huh, no image, no pill, no description
When I write my song, its like, givin description
Got me writin' and fightin', dos will be united

Do I feel at ease or do I feel united
Fight it, never knew that I'd be doin' this
Four tapes, imagine me losin' it
And I, uh, hope you can hear it

And I, uh, hope you can feel it
And I, uh, hope you can
My time is runnin' slim, me better than him
Humble, I stay low, but it's comin' to an end

Do I got friends? Should I ride till it all ends
Should I pray right now, declare my own sins
Should I stop this shit, let them niggas win
Survive, dare to be alive

Duckin the murder rate, we passin' the 25
You survive, huh? Uh, uh
You survive, huh? Uh, uh
Oh, you survive, huh? Uh, uh

You survive, huh? Uh