Survivor lyrics

{I told myself fuhgeddaboutit}
{Mario, take it easy!}

[Styles P]
Yo, my n*gga Poobs on the track
I'm S.P. the Ghost
We'd like to welcome you, motherf*cker
To this thing of ours
Our life is complex n*gga
We the best in the worst position
(Yeah, figure that out, hahaha)
Get at me n*gga

Yo; I'm from a place where your man'll shoot ya
Jails ganged out, but some n*ggas is neutral
Coke price rise, watch sh*t get crucial
n*ggas think they Bishop and I don't mean Tutu
Cause even when it's sunny it's cloudy
They ain't gettin money so they bummy and rowdy
Wanna kill you, you come through in your Audi
sh*t is like this from Yonkers to Mount V
Some n*ggas'll count ki's, get knocked rat and bounce free
What part of the game is a game without G's
Drive through New York with a few blunts
Tryin to get paid, they put a new car out every two months
You can get popped if you want
Come through the venue, you on the menu cause we on a food hunt
Still lettin off my two pumps
Dump reload, dump reload, f*ck is it you want?
[Hook: Tre Williams]
If you see what I see, or if you be where I'm from
Then you know how hard it is, just to survive out here (it's so hard)
If you see what I see, or if you be where I'm from
Then you know how hard it is, just to survive out here

[Styles P]
Where I'm from ain't no f*ckin pretending
Frontin like you rich, gettin hit for the pendant
Clip look small then you better extend it
I said you got money, now you gotta defend it
n*ggas sell drugs cause the fiends is dependant
Sittin on the blocks 'til the cops come and end it
Jungle is concrete and wild but I bow to Allah beat
Some don't get to they car keys
Hit from the P-2000 from them n*ggas in Mark 3's
All I do is spark trees, bag and cart ki's
Press on the uzi, bullets longer than sharpeis
And I'm tryin to hit you where your head and your heart be
What?

[Hook] w/ ad libs

[Styles P]
I ain't got time to daydream (hell nah)
Reppin my home, hold to the chrome, you the away team
Catch me pullin off in the Celine
Chick from Beijing, think about my n*ggas that's caged in
Light blunts everywhere, any occasion
Stash coke money in my checkings and savings
Five blunts, two drinks just for the cravings
I don't even duck when the weapons is waving
I don't give a f*ck, I've accepted my way's end
Styles didn't do it, I just gave it to David
He don't give a f*ck, he'll c*ck it and blaze it
You just came home you get touched with the razors
b*tch it was all so simple
Somethin real big pointed at yo' temple
Coke and the cash, give up that info (where's it at)
Be a smart man so, you can make it to yo' kinfolk
[Hook] - 2X w/ ad libs

{Forget about it Mario}