Valve - Born To Survive (Prod. by Limit)
This song reps the physical and mental struggle to my people still tryna git their paper.
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Lyrics below (Explicit)
Hook:
Born to survive, born to survive,
Born to survive, bitch, I was born to survive
Born to survive, born to survive,
You tradin money for lies, and that's what keeps me alive
Now slow it down, now turn it up
Do I look like I, really give a fuck?
Stop and consider
Hennessy gettin' me out there to deliver
The money talkin' sweetly and that's why I ain't no quitter
This shit is for the ruthless, and truth is, you're no contender
I've learned by bruises to rule this and bitch, you chicken tenders
I'm just ichin', I'm grippin' it while I get you dismembered
And then I go take the body parts over to the blender
Now turn it down, cause all the neighbors listenin'
I go to town, bitch
I be football blitzin'
No light for you to see exactly what you're missin'
Cause I don't want nobody to see what's cookin' in the kitchen!
Heavenly Father, please forgive me cause I think I've sinned
I swore I'd never let the demon in me out again
With money, it's ugly, that's why I say "no new friends"
Cause when you fuck with my paper you gon' meet a bitter end
Hook
I just collected my payment, you can check the bank statements
So much money piled to the ceilin' I'm practically weightless
We gon' get this shit straight, bitch, why you want me to wait, bitch?
If there's something you wanting, fuck it, you just gotta name it
Fast money and fast cars, bad bitches and they ours
Just counted out one hundred large, man, fuck the moon, I got the stars
Your goons, they be trippin' givin me plenty of exercise
I been thinkin' bout crime, and that crime's time be twenty-five
Now scrape this mess up off the floor, before they tell them other guys
I guess you thought I ain't got the sack, but me and my gun say otherwise
Best get to steppin' in that direction if you wanna keep your brain alive
I'm a soldier, motherfucker, I was born to survive!
Hook
Do what it takes, and wear the crown
Blood on the paint, and runnin' down
I ain't trippin' over it, cause this is my town
Money the root of evil, guess this is
Hell's ground
Money, more money, more problems We sip the Ciroc to the bottom
I'm runnin' and screamin' and smokin' and fiendin' And that shit's fucking awesome!
Yeah, I'm a rebel, I piss in
Death's eye
Cause I'm a soldier, bitch, I told ya, I was born to survive