But what you gotta think about is when you
Don't have resources, you in survival mode
You know, so being in survival mode
Automatically rules out a lot of things
'Cause you don't care about morality
Because you don't experience morality
You experience the need to survive
Weather started changin', I've been feelin' colder
Charge ain't stick, bogus, seven on the
Louis belt, bought me an expensive holster
Ain't really sure, think the devil at my doorstep
Only seventeen, ain't graduate, but he a war vet
They copy, they see me mix that Fendi with Givenchy
Ten bands, she a line-up, spent her money on her body
Keep the leeches low, cop out 'cause
He scared, couldn't beat it though
Poppin' all them Perkys, one too many, caught him reachin' slow
The most dangerous be uncomfortable niggas
Don't trust bitches or no public defenders, that's Law 51
'Fore I need pallbearers, be droids that I'm pickin' from
Every time you work, you risk your life, you better get it done
Feds had him upstate, then he went to Michigan
Seen the homie name on that paper, that shit was sickenin'
Ever want the money so bad you could envision it?
Seen the homie name on that paper, that shit was sickenin'
You know what I mean? And it's better me than you
And, you know, it's a survival instinct that kick in
So I think once you get outta that survival mode, your
Your morals come back closer to your daily decision making
But until you get out of survival mode, you
Ain't got time to be worryin' about right, wrong
You worryin' about bottom line, by any means necessary
Yeah, my first case was distribution, but it's legal now
You ain't 'posed to laugh at niggas when you see 'em down
Heard his baby mama left him during speedy trial
Forever cautious of the company I keep around
Extra charges for the drums and the illegal rounds
Full court press on a human we hardly seen around
Finna body Blood Loc 'til we seen his child
Nigga count a hundred thou', but couldn't read aloud
Three a pound for this bookie I'm indulgin' in
It's really worth forty-five, the out-of-towners know it is
Fuck a sucker, ain't no way we'll ever coexist
Section 8 was lightweight hatin' when we was on the list
News clippin' of my labor, get a load of this
You get rewarded for the deeds if you was on the trip
Ayy, my attorney out in Vegas, they don't even trip
Alfredo sauce over pasta and fettuccine shrimp, mafia
And I can't blame nobody, you know what I mean?
That's thinkin' 'bout how they gon' pay they rent
Or like, goin' through not havin' food at the house
Bein' young and havin' to go outside to hustle for, feed theyself
That's gon' change people, that's gon' make you feel a way
And you just gotta kinda empathize with the, with the scenario
And understand, you put a, a person in, in
Survival mode, they gon' survive by any means
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