Survival of the Fittest (feat. Gotti)

Yo, yo what's up ****

You know the streets is a jungle

You gotta survive out here

You need a strong mind to do the shit I do

You ever seen something blown the fuck up before

See that **** cross the street in that Cutlass

Check this out

Survival of the fittest, respect my come up

Survival of the fittest, you better not run up

I remember back in 89 a **** used to steal

And now I got a Navi with a mother fuckin' grill

One time chase a **** through the alley fuckin' alley

Mad cause I fucked up my only pair of Bally's

I used to smoke weed with the ballers after school

Mother fuckas wanted to hang cause I used to act a fool

Started slangin' rocks cause the shit was fun

I used to bang at **** just to see 'em run

**** people started hearin' shit started recognizing me

Big timers fronted me some coke in a ride "G"

Dope became my business, no longer a hobby

I owed a **** 5 g's so I started robbin'

I knew I had to move before I had to bang 'em up

I'm a act a donkey if you don't respect my come up

Dumb **** die, and real **** live

This ghetto is so wicked I can't even trust my kids

Started in this game at the age of 13

Gettin' paid makin' money servin' crack to the fiends

Hoes couldn't take me **** gave me jealous looks

To the world I was a man, to the feds I was a crook

Put my face up in the paper, put my name in they books

Cause they see a **** ballin' off the birds that I cooked

As the years went by still survival of the fittest

Now i'm ridin' in the tank representin' to the fullest

Puttin' bullets in you bitches, jealous **** in disguise

Shootin' **** till we die, Gambino's on the rise

My **** Fiend up by my side, my enemies bound to die

Got no mercy in my eyes label Gotti one of the realest

I was born a bastard, my pops was a thug

4 years in the pen for transportin' drugs

I was known in the hood as the **** with the weight

Bitches all up in my business, shippin' keys from state to state

Triple beams in the project Calliope, where I broke 'em down

Razor blade and baking soda, pure white fuck the brown

My clientele was growin' started investin' in some other shit

Barber shops on every block, even had a weed spot

Moms and the kids put away up in the house

Surveillance cameras and alarms to spook a **** out

Pitbulls in the backyard trained to kill

Call my folks up on the phone before I made a deal

I'm one step ahead of a **** doin' wrong

That's why i'm still alive and been on top for so fuckin' long

I had to spank some bustas, to show 'em I mean business

The ghetto is so wicked it's survival of the fittest