Survivor Lyrics – Cico P, Yella Beezy

Survivor Lyrics by Cico P, Yella Beezy

[Ayy, Manzo, you got a hit, boy
In my city, yeah, they label me an [0:23
Project baby, yeah, they label me a problem
Stay strong, lil’ n#gg#, granny say, “Just pray to your messiah”

Lately, I’ve been really feeling homicide
Man, [0:35] I can tell they #ss ain’t riding
Big chief, I really run the turf, big homie on my title
Lord knows I really love him, but I just can’t pick up that Bible

And the heart of the trenches taught me survival
Taught me survival, on my mama, boy, I can’t go out sad
You ain’t gon’ get away with that disrespect, just know I’m busting your #ss
Just let me hit this pain and meditate bеfore I f#ck ’round and flash

f#ck it, pull up, pop it, catch a body, skrrt, do the dash
Huh, eeny, meeny, miny, moe, catch an opp by thе toe
She play with that p#ss# on the telephone
Make a ho’s knees knock like [1:00

Was your love really real? I’ll never know
Tryna shake a baby like some dominos
While she blowing that dick like a saxophone
When I slide, I don’t need no mask on

In my city, yeah, they label me an
Project baby, yeah, they label me a problem
Stay strong, lil’ n#gg#, granny say, “Just pray to your messiah”
Lately, I’ve been really feeling homicide

Man, I can tell they #ss ain’t riding
Big chief, I really run the turf, big homie on my title
Lord knows I really love him, but I just can’t pick up that Bible
And the heart of the trenches taught me survival

Soul survivor just like Akon
Hood hopping like J-Kwon
And even if we don’t got it, swear to God that I’m gon’ take something
Punch a p#ss# n#gg# down, I swear I’m gon’ break something

Keep that fire ever since I seen how they got down on big homie
Flood the hood with pounds, yeah, you looking at the big homie
Your girl I’m talking down, then you know that that lil’ b#tch lonely
Called the D up in the jam, swear to God that made me sick, homie

You know I can’t stop going in, got me feeling like I’m Rich Homie
Get my opps gone, I can’t go out like no b#tch, homie
Your baby called my phone, says she want me to put that dick on her
You ain’t taking care of no grown man, that p#ss# n#gg# went and flipped on you

Told the n#gg# no one time and he went and pissed on you
In my city, yeah, they label me an
Project baby, yeah, they label me a problem
Stay strong, lil’ n#gg#, granny say, “Just pray to your messiah”

Lately, I’ve been really feeling homicide
Man, I can tell they #ss ain’t riding
Big chief, I really run the turf, big homie on my title
Lord knows I really love him, but I just can’t pick up that Bible

And the heart of the trenches taught me survival
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Cico P, Yella Beezy Lyrics – Survivor

Cico P, Yella Beezy

Survivor