Survival of the Fittest Lyrics
Survival tactics
Man fuck that shit
Just some young niggas dishing out them classics
Make a atlas, put NJ on the map quick, wrote to mad shit
Getting cheese on some Mac Shit
A nigga pack a ratchet, not a group of ghetto girls
Remember back in the day He used to plot to get those girls
Now they on his dick cuz he sick, Like he finna hurl
Hotter than a sweatshirt in the Summer let me finish earl
Uh, They say its survival of the fittest
So why you trying on my shoes my nigga you can't fit it
See me with my chick, saying she a bad bitch
But she like bad pitch my nigga u can't hit it
Like a bass and you trynna falsetto
Your old bitch like eggo my nigga you needa leggo
Beta ass niggas always focused on the past
Even if you selling dope you need to focus on that cash