T Clipse - Survival (feat. Quis) Lyrics

Got this beat sent to me last night and shit
All my producers know I be giving 2-day shipping
Amazon Prime type shit you feel me?
Yo
All my sessions getting more personal now
All my verses getting more versatile now
Stay calm in that jam thank God for the fam
So they make it worth it to smile
I'm on foot walking paths made for bikes (Uh huh)
A lil shook watching black fade to white (Yeah)
A lil book wit a match made to light
All the sadness to scraps into ash to when its night
I invest in myself and my niggas
You know the rest you up next if you wit us (You wit us)
First degree as a teen and I gave em the wisdom
That ain't a flex I just play my position
Like, Russell Westbrook on a 20-20-20 night
2020's like, getting caught up in the money heist
20 times 5 for da sev that's the upper price
Some people out here with the bull like they f*ck wit Mike (Yup)
Moving all the way up that's a layup wit my left hand
I can't trust a bitch until my lil bro's the best man
I can't trust a nigga always hating on the next man
I can't trust the government it's havoc once them jets land
July 4th ain't shit to a field nigga
Them orange caps ain't shit when it's real triggers
I tried to give em game I guess they didn't feel niggas
But we had a couple day ones and they still wit us
All my sessions getting more personal now
All my verses getting more versatile now (More versatile now)
Stay calm in that jam thank God for the fam (For the fam)
So they make it worth it to smile
All these life lessons think I'm learning em now
All of my blessings like a church in the wild (Church in the wild)
All my life questions seem to go unanswered (Yo)
So I'm soul searching for now
And they can never hold me
Or control me the one and only
Goat, king, Quis yea nigga throne me
A big stepper in the game like Ginobli huh
I had to bring it back to rap they tried to hoe me
They tried to box me in wit niggas that's bologna
I ain't phony, nigga quote me, I'm the realest on my homies
A lot of niggas true colors fake phony (Fake phony), huh, yo
A lot of niggas do the most yo
Twitter fingers niggas cappin' through they socials
But that ain't them when you approach them
Lonesome, it ain't shit to ghost em
Got enough friends know my brothers wouldn't fold huh
(Know my brothers wouldn't fold)
Man, huh, and this a message to my niggas we gon' ball hard (Ball hard)
We them all stars fighting through these false calls (False calls)
We them all stars fighting through these false calls