Hit That Up!
Only The Strong Survives 2005...
 
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Lyrics
The kid returned with a rhyme designed to assign //
The lyrical mind to rewind into time //
To remind yall what real rhymin implies //
All you gotta do is listen to my lines //
So devine this mind possibly could not be mine //
Crossing me is fine, but if you talk then see ya spine //
Dividing into 9 little pieces in a line //
Seeing it is blind, but the feeling is so vine //
I feel like ive inclined, through the years along the line //
Gradually graduated, anticipated, had to be had to make it //
Couldn’t possibly, impossibly ever make it //
One day I have to awake it //
Break it, Ill never break it, make it I gotta make it //
Take it I gotta take it, do whatever but never fake it //
Cuz being real is what steals the appeal //
Out in this world you either gotta kill or be killed //
Chorus:
Check my status, Im back and always had it //
Tryna live the life of diamonds and lavish //
But cash-is, the root of all evil so why we hussle //
Only the strong survive so flex ya muscle //
Im to inclined to decline with the wack // 
But I must resign and step back from the jacks //
What I rep, is the dot to the jaxx //
From the bottom of the bottom to the top of the stacks //
I choppin down the competition with an axe //
Like a marathon man running through these tracks //
Juss relax and and retract from the smack //
But if you wack den you wack, face the facts //
Im higher that weed mixed with crack //
About 3 years Ive been in this rap //
An emcee, to a degree, that Im trapped //
But whatever, its probably fine //
Im getting close and bout to blow like proximity mines //
Im seeing the signs, every second like Im driving //
I pray to god every day and thank him like Im alive-man //
Cuz too many people abusing and conniving //
But out in this world only the strong’s surviving //
Chorus:
Check my status, Im back and always had it //
Tryna live the life of diamonds and lavish //
But cash-is, the root of all evil so why we hussle //
Only the strong survive so flex ya muscle //