$urvival
Bruh, look at you, lookin' at me
I know you know how I feel
Loving you is hard, but being here is harder
You take the wheel
I don't wanna do this anymore
It's so surreal
I, can't, survive
If this is, all that's... real
Yea like survival of the fittest
Survival of the illist
I be riding with my demons
Jesus take the wheel
Got the wheels spinning
In the city of sin got us still sinning
Big moves big winning
Like my, whip still steaming
Still dreaming
It's a lucid dream
But the rest taking deals with the Lucifer
Breath, steam through my teeth as I'm posted with the team
Yelling fuck corrupt officers
Swisher, sweets, cause the OG sour
Indica indica indica got me lifted by the hours
Yeah
Fuck it got heads turning when I'm burning
And I'm earning
Money be returning
Got 'em all concerning
All the dollar that I'm burning
Rules over turning
Like I'm out for dead presidents, to represent me
Evidentally, I control the universe, simultaneously
I frequently, bringing 'em to the illist frequency
Grip the holy water holy father
Cause they testing me
Like, Lui$ with the dollar sign, dollar sign, uh
Illist in the business
Ain't no body fucking with this
Cause yo fitness just don't fit this
Plus I never leave no witness
Bitch I kill this, its my instinct yeah
Survival of the illist
Survival of the illist
Bruh, look at you, lookin' at me
I know you don't understand
You could be a bad motherfucker
That don't make you what I am
Now you're just another one more problem
Cause you got out of hand
We won't survive
We're sinkin' into the sand
I know you know how I feel
Loving you is hard, but being here is harder
You take the wheel
I don't wanna do this anymore
It's so surreal
I, can't, survive
If this is, all that's... real
Yea like survival of the fittest
Survival of the illist
I be riding with my demons
Jesus take the wheel
Got the wheels spinning
In the city of sin got us still sinning
Big moves big winning
Like my, whip still steaming
Still dreaming
It's a lucid dream
But the rest taking deals with the Lucifer
Breath, steam through my teeth as I'm posted with the team
Yelling fuck corrupt officers
Swisher, sweets, cause the OG sour
Indica indica indica got me lifted by the hours
Yeah
Fuck it got heads turning when I'm burning
And I'm earning
Money be returning
Got 'em all concerning
All the dollar that I'm burning
Rules over turning
Like I'm out for dead presidents, to represent me
Evidentally, I control the universe, simultaneously
I frequently, bringing 'em to the illist frequency
Grip the holy water holy father
Cause they testing me
Like, Lui$ with the dollar sign, dollar sign, uh
Illist in the business
Ain't no body fucking with this
Cause yo fitness just don't fit this
Plus I never leave no witness
Bitch I kill this, its my instinct yeah
Survival of the illist
Survival of the illist
Bruh, look at you, lookin' at me
I know you don't understand
You could be a bad motherfucker
That don't make you what I am
Now you're just another one more problem
Cause you got out of hand
We won't survive
We're sinkin' into the sand
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Writer(s): Luis Jaen
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