Jeremiah Jae
Jeremiah Jae - Survival lyrics
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The block is a war zone, it's hot in the cold The slightest snow got the book thrown at the good folk Time moves slow, counting days out the window The dream going correct that but the king live on In a desert with a berretta, smoking on a camel Blood is in the sand, never made it to your hand Maybe grands grown up, the gs got the kids playing Composition's changing but still we never blown up Still remain we, never startled at the stardom Staring at the stars to remember where we started Still near the bottom but I'm never going back Started on the path that was ludicrous, you dudes crashed Doubting my facility, devil's down eventually Speaking I'll will cause death and misery Visual at the candlelight, songs at the ministry The sound is sweet but they embed the scent of peace Outside niggas fighting in the streets Niggas die over beef, it's not sweet Shorty gotta eat, money I gotta see Free I gotta be, I was born a king Outside niggas fighting in the streets Niggas die over beef, it's not sweet Shorty gotta eat, money I gotta see You thing this shit is easy, don't you? You think that being a mogul is more important than feeding the culture That's the type of ideology evil endorses Gangsta holiday in tahiti with porsches A couple hoes gorgeous, that was my ghetto portrait of progress But hopeless moments we align to focus Still the ones you rode with, brody, this the jungle movement It's kill to kill, the mights in lane to kill, a sidle circuit running through it Dangerous lives, the stakes is high Stainless knots, 45 gauges nods What's your weapon of choice is a medal to god I like to harness my cheap niggas, send ‘em afar You a splinter in my side At the epicenter of demise, self-centered all the time I hope you find your freedom from the lies Peace of mind wrapped around a ribbon in the sky Outside niggas fighting in the streets Niggas die over beef, it's not sweet Shorty gotta eat, money I gotta see Free I gotta be, I was born a king Niggas fighting in the streets Niggas die over beef, it's not sweet Shorty gotta eat, money I gotta see Free I gotta be, I was born a king