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Survival
Hip-Hop/Rap
Survival was released on April 9, 2025 by Sinis Raw Music Group as a part of the album Ya Boy Too Much (The Classics)
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Release DateApril 9, 2025
LabelSinis Raw Music Group
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM87

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DarQ
DarQ
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher williamson
Christopher williamson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dan Detora
Dan Detora
Producer
Mike Dillenberger
Mike Dillenberger
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer, Recording Engineer

Lyrics

We ride, oh by, the laws that we live by
Oh my, oh my, starvin’ tryin’ to get by
But when a man dies (but when a man dies)
The next man rides ready for war with a .45
We ride, oh by, the laws that we live by
Oh my, oh my, starvin’ tryin’ to get by
But when a man dies (but when a man dies)
The next man rides ready for war with a .45
Yo, I’m deep in these cold slums, stuck, froze numb
I was fucked from jump so truckin’ like what
Picture me bitchin’ ‘bout the tone of my skin
Fuck that, world’s gonna hear the voice from the kid
Cause my sinister sick flow, twisted I’m that vicious
Gifted with the spittage, the pillage the Darq in ‘em
And they gonna feel offended if ever they try and dead ‘em
Cause I’m ready for whoever whenever they want it wit ‘em
Cause as long as I’m starvin’ (starvin’, starvin’)
Any artist with a budget is a target
So pussy grab your Hawkin (Hawkin)
And spark with the marksman
Dead them narc men and all who plot against ‘em
Cause my survivals vital
I’m swerving in the Tahoe, gun out the console
I’m alive on arrival, fuck ‘em
Another day headstrong, I’m truckin’ through the Congo
We ride, oh by, the laws that we live by
Oh my, oh my, starvin’ tryin’ to get by
But when a man dies (but when a man dies)
The next man rides ready for war with a .45
We ride, oh by, the laws that we live by
Oh my, oh my, starvin’ tryin’ to get by
But when a man dies (but when a man dies)
The next man rides ready for war with a .45
Whenever Darqness will damage a challenger
From the city that never sleeps (New York), to The Game I challenge ya
BX to borough born bred and thorough
This survivor ride strong, sprint a thousand furlongs
Walked amongst Gods, Latin Kings and Queens
The nation of the Zulu and them Neiti beads
I was raised by OGs, trust no one neva
Not family, not homies, not a bitch, not ya only
Cowards have a thousand faces, everyone phony
A beast amongst piranhas so it’s death before dishonor
Roll the ganja in cubanas paranoided over drama
Darq’s raisin’ a banner cocked hammer with full grammar
The grammar the cocked hammer, beef will neva matter
From Philly to Alabama I smash bash matter
Pump shot, riot gear, I take what I’m after
Cause in the end it’s no friends, just faces of my enemies
We ride, oh by, the laws that we live by
Oh my, oh my, starvin’ tryin’ to get by
But when a man dies (but when a man dies)
The next man rides ready for war with a .45
We ride, oh by, the laws that we live by
Oh my, oh my, starvin’ tryin’ to get by
But when a man dies (but when a man dies)
The next man rides ready for war with a .45
Cause my survival’s vital
With no faith I’m a goner cause the Darq age is on us
I’m alive on arrival
So nowadays as I pray, I pray and pray harder
There’s nothin’ left but the flames of my fury (fury)
And the rage from the pain on the faces of my horsemen
Truckin’ the earth’s surface
Sufferin’ through the losses
Grindin’ for a purpose and the purpose is my daughter
Cross me you get slaughtered
Lyrically and physically
Family stuck in poverty
So stop me, better kill me
Love me or hate but believe you gonna feel me
This the new Darq shit (so who you think you fuckin’ with)
I’m in the gutter with no pot to piss
Hard every time I spit
Pussies like to play it bitch
Try but can’t fuck with this
Every breath a closer end
Risin’ with the wind against
Last of the realest left
Talk shit, see how real it get
We ride, oh by, the laws that we live by
Oh my, oh my, starvin’ tryin’ to get by
But when a man dies (but when a man dies)
The next man rides ready for war with a .45
We ride, oh by, the laws that we live by
Oh my, oh my, starvin’ tryin’ to get by
But when a man dies (but when a man dies)
The next man rides ready for war with a .45
Written by: Christopher williamson
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