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Survival

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Hip-Hop

Survival was released on December 26, 2025 by Exist Music (Exist Worldwide LLC) as a part of the album Lonely Nights

Song Details

AlbumLonely Nights

Release DateDecember 26, 2025

LabelExist Music (Exist Worldwide LLC)

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM70

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

LAVIEDEERIC

Performer

Eric Matamba

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Eric Matamba

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Eric Matamba

Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I tatted pain on my wrist,

Told my brothers I died that night, I thought that I did,

Back from the dead, I meant what I said,

They wanted me dead, Should've aimed for the head

I tatted pain on my wrist, Told my brothers I died that night,

They thought that I did, Told my mama I died on that flight, They thought that I did

This game's survival of the fittest, I can tell you who was really with me,

When I was choppin' beats up back in Philly

Now I'm out in the city, I need me a mil like a Meek, Tellin' these hoes I'm unique,

I had to put myself on in the back of the dorm, I'm choppin' up beats,

Diamonds they dancin' on top of my wrist, Back then I barely had money to eat,

Sold every shoe that I had on my feet, Bought me a mic, brought it back to the three,

I ain't have me no racks, I ain't go to class, had to take me a chance,

You was just hatin', but now I can fit your whole life in the palm of my hands,

Remember they told me that I wouldn't make it back when I was sayin' I can,

Now that I'm well on my way, got some racks in the bank, I ain't got much to say for real,

Left out of Philly, I hopped on the train, got word from L.A., They needed some beats,

Took me some time, I waited in line, Before every session, I slept on the street,

Sat in the back of the stu, was just part of the crew, Shit changed when I cut on the heat,

They started praising the pen, They like, who are you? I told them, just call me La Vie,

Gave them the beat and the hook, Did the track, made some racks and they tried to put me on the shelf,

Brought it back home told my brothers, I'm finally seein' some wealth,

Seven day weeks, man, I stepped on that shit and I did it myself,

How can you ask me for favors when you never gave me no help?

I tatted pain on my wrist,

Told my brothers I died that night, I thought that I did,

Back from the dead, I meant what I said,

They wanted me dead, Should've aimed for the

You wanna be blinded by lights, But can you survive through the night?

I told my lil' bro it's a fight, If it's smoke, then they takin' a flight,

I can't count all the records I made, Thought the music was numbin' the pain,

But I swear I ain't feelin' a thing, Since a n***a came back from L.A.,

I'm back in the city, These n****s can't do nothin' with me, That's why I don't care,

We shut down the function, I walk through the door, And they stop and they stare,

Bad b's that curved me back then, They spinning back, got em in they underwear,

I fuck her, then hop in the whip, Drop the top, hit some shifts, just to fuck up her hair,

Used to walk back thirty blocks from the stu, Writin' raps in the rain,

Tatted a bat on my neck, Got my name in the mix, This is more than a chain,

They don't understand everything that I'm sayin', I guess they must think that I'm playin',

Six years, I've been patiently waitin', Survival, these n****s is hatin'

Written by: Eric Matamba

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