Yeah, no Yankee hat, no New York tat

No New York not on my back

Bitch I'm bigger than that

Who am I, to walk around like the kinga

Until I don't sell much

Jimmy I Leo gimme the finga

It's survival motherfucker

It get dark and cold

You'd be scared to put that hoodie on and walk that road

I drop a lot of jewels

Because that's not my style

I just rip a niggas mouth

Make it hard to smile

But if I did, id told young to stay on his toes

Don't sign nothing read that shit and watch

Don't shoot unless you built for the years you bout to get

Motherfuckers will disappear

Matter fact they won't disappear

They gonna stand right there

Like there hand wasn't out from the jump

That kind of shit make me grab the bitch

But I stop and chill

Cause no body gonna be there when it's real





It survival in the city

With my back against the wall

See the streets don't have much pity

No one is there to catch you when you fall





Uh yeah uh yeah uh uh

Some is about money

Some is about riff'n

Depend'n on how you live

See if u can survive different

For the most part all you should do is try to make it

Reality hurt nigga so they try to escape it

Me I just take it and mold it until I shape it

Because before long the wrong things become sacred

Not one to be the one that they clown on

Have your back against the wall

With the chich chich drawn

All because the sucka nigga had a fake frown on

Think about it on every visit u come down on

And it's all from the thirst and

Then it gets worse

Thens there

Life can teach you much more than any person

On that note if you alive get busy

Or you ain't gonna be able to survive in the city

What?

(but there's no where else inside)