Survival Guide ft. HB Gresham Lyrics

From the west side

Best side of the windy city

Rico C, best rapper, he love titties

Grammy aspirations & want to snag him a billy

Niggas hate, he elevate, make them look silly

From a place full of killers

Scammers and pack movers

He arising cause he meant for it all, gotta maneuver

So he plans to just shit on the game, charts got manure

Then he'll shit at award shows as well

Hope y'all endure

Many men wanna see Rico C fall short of grace

Yet Chacon like he says in his songs He's still first place

Fin to this run shit summer by summer

He feel like Mase

Back in ninety eight, take what's yours, the playa way

And my fam need everything so I'm on hustle mode

Rapping til my voice get weak and my heart explode

Money come from various roots, I love the overload

Free my young nigga for sure, that boy'll never fold

Drugs was sold, niggas was trapping to climb the totem pole

I was in my bag with the music, chose the smarter road

Could've had a stake in the streets, I never broke the code

My block was too hot for that shit, they really got exposed

Who am I

B-I-G, R-I-C-O

Trying to win Grammys like Tom Brady got super bowls

I love when she send me them pictures in see through clothes

But pussy can't save my life when my cons more than my pros

And niggas stuck on these hoes, never wanna let go

Then niggas try to impress, but instead get bullet holes

And then you be the villain, they claim that your heart so cold

All this can be avoided if niggas stick to the code

This is survival mode, but really survival guide

I'm dolo all of the time

But double f (we outside)

Broski ain't got a name, he stay low and tote a four five

Collectively showing drive, we conquer, never divide

It's more hate than it's love when I'm home

Real shit, I rather just be alone

I get nervous whenever I hear my phone

I never know which one of my peoples gone

It's more hate than it's love when I'm home

Real shit, I rather just be alone

I get nervous whenever I hear my phone

I never know which one of my peoples gone

From the south side where niggas wild on bad timing

What I witness through my eyes you'd be surprised

Live & die, love and hate having nightmares bout my demise

Yeah I try and I pray oh Lord give us a sign

Keep your loved ones and strap close they glorified the backdoor

Backstabbers who stab you in back just for some scraps

Made ways to put us in cages call it the trap

And y'all not real trappers

I figured out the fallacy

This shit is a game

I do not wish to play, you know this reality

I'm staying in shape, stuck in my virtuous way, focused on balancing

It's challenging at times that's why a nigga gotta rhyme

Unleash the pain that's inside

But first I gotta fight my pride

I see clear like the weddell

It's me versus the struggle

Confine us to this space now niggas play just like the bubble

Ain't no rings here, it only rain tears

Wish I could talk to Pac

But nigga he ain't here

Wish I could've got to know you

Been gone for some years

New niggas all in my face

Sorry I don't want you near

Homies trying to take my place

Pray envy disappear

Told y'all this a personal race

Still thinking every year my year

Man everybody swear they him

Til somebody check your heart

Realize you ain't got no grit

And everybody want them a switch With a regular gun you'll miss

Probably hit a civilian shit

My advice is just stay out the mix

Surviving the Raq is a gift

Watching the time passing me by

I swear I can hear every tick

Live in the Chi they think you'll die before you reach your twenty fifth

I'm staying alive I know to survive but when a nigga gone live

I'm staying alive I know to survive but when a nigga gone live

A million atrocities we managed to live through

When I die, just make sure my label going to Pook

And Velle will take that shit over, he firmly the living proof

Hope I make it past my next b-day, got shit to do

But being from where we from that shit is a bigger challenge

Rapping full time or drilling, they trying find the balance

Gotta stick with the latter, the haters gone try to scavenge

Never knew that your gift could be cursed, fear for my talent

So I tell my girl I love her like fifty times a day

As a rapper, I can sell all these records and still get sprayed

I would've retired long ago but met Dre the Brave

So I still give y'all the real so plenty lives is saved

Cause this is how we surviving

Truly focused on striving

Push aside all the savage

The billboards need our climbing

For niggas shucking and jiving who answer to simple Simons

It may seem cool, but your rap career is sky diving

That mean it's drastically falling, you didn't stick to yo script

You said when you get rich, your homies can be legit

They struggling to equip cause you abandoned your ship

Broken promises, them niggas in trouble, gather your chips

They just want to survive

You just left them to die

Damn