Survival of the fittest, only the fittest survive
Had so many losses, I'm just glad to be alive
I have my heart tied to my back, turn around, got stabbed many times
Never cried, hid my emotions up in my rhymes
I've got the heart of a lion [?] pilgrim
I've got words on repeat like a stammer, put down like nails by a hammer
Put me down so many times I remember
Close to death like on a hospital bed on ninth of November
Nobody seemed to write me a letter
Mom was the only one prayin' and prayin' that I get better
But it's cool though, I made it out
Felt like I was locked up, and these niggas didn't want to hear me out
Gettin' it is my only mission, [?] he see the vision
People grew a weak disposition, so I had to let 'em out to keep my distance
Best thing was to keep my distance
Turns out when you've got clout, girls who hate you grow a real persistence
Girls who hate you get real persistent when you got clout
Guys who laughed at your 'gram askin' for shout-outs
Exes knocking on closed doors like girl scouts, yeah
Guys who laughed at your 'gram askin' for shout-outs, that's real
My mother's prayers keep my killers still procrastinatin'
Niggas ain't doin' what I'm doin', but you know I ain't hatin'
I ain't hatin', straightforward nigga, you know I ain't fakin'
Where I'm from we say it, my G, we don't spray it
Got different methods, my nigga
We don't use weapons, my nigga
Just slap a lock on the trigger, might be the ring on the finger
I been wavy since a baby, didn't know it, though
I am so real like a full bag of crisps, or UFO
Late nights in studio, locked up in my room at home in the zone
Ask your uncle to swing me the microphone
Studio, ask your uncle to swing me the micro—
