God only notices me when I do something real filthy

Then he gets mad at me when I don't feel guilty

Everything that is real built me

So if you can't fight, then how you gon' prove that you real?

Kill me? That is so pussy

Man I'm laughing 'cause grandma had me judge a man by action

It's wrong if you judge a man by cash times fashion

I'm busy dividing my grands by fractions

'Cause mama kept both of us fed with no bread

It wasn't until I was grown that I owned a bed

Code red, my role model was a coke head

My pops left and my grandparents are both dead

The Lord can't see through the black cloud over my head

That's why there's no sunshine over my bed

They say I'm heaven sent, but where heaven went?

I done flew over the clouds and I ain't passed heaven yet, my ****

Hell yeah

I'm a survivor, yeah

If there's a hell I'ma be there

The good Lord gotta watch me get money tonight

Hell yeah

I'm a survivor, yeah

If there's a hell I'ma be there

The good Lord gotta watch me get money tonight

Are you on the grind? Hell yes, sister

So give me one reason to smile in my next picture

'Cause in my next picture, I'm smoking weed in bible paper

My next L is the next scripture

In other words, inhale the last breath of a sinner

But I'm looking vexed staring at death in the mirror

'Cause I'm the worm in the rotten apple of dead center

Yes sir, thinking about breakfast and dinner

I'm hungry, that's why I keep my gun near me

While my ribs getting closer to my lungs daily

'Cause I don't need a key to get right

Get me from a buck and a quarter up to a quarter

And believe me I'm aight, all I need is the key to life

'Cause most **** that sell crack

Ain't never seen a key in they life

So I don't need the whole pie, just a piece of the slice

I wanna eat it and bite, I wanna see what it's like

'Til the judge give me the book and say read and write

I'll be hustling in your hood on a ten-speed bike

'Til I get enough dough to cop a Bentley bike

With some jet ski pipes, I'll be grinding

Hell yeah

I'm a survivor, yeah

If there's a hell I'ma be there

The good Lord gotta watch me get money tonight

Hell yeah

I'm a survivor, yeah

If there's a hell I'ma be there

The good Lord gotta watch me get money tonight

Yeah I grew up in a rough hood where they act wild

I lost fights but I ain't never backed down

They ask me why I hold the chromes

'Cause I'm a real man with a taste for war and a Y chromosome

My guys fry powder to stones, crack grams

If I get money with that man, then that's fam

Them rappers that run with the police, now that's ham

Yeah I stay strapped with some of that blam

So if you get robbed, see us if you want it back fam

I can get you that chain, I can get you that ring

I can get you that watch, I can get you that bling

For a small fee just get me, get me that ching

'Cause I'm grimy, been raised by the concrete, I'm street

So don't look in my eyes if you're trying to find peace

Look in my eyes if you're trying to find beef, I'm a beast

You can't be a stand-up guy if your spine is weak

Not in my section of Queens, infected by disease, breast feeding

All flesh eating, insects and demons and infectious leeches

Yes indeed it's sin, for forgiveness I'ma need an extra Jesus

Hell yeah

I'm a survivor, yeah

If there's a hell I'ma be there

The good Lord gotta watch me get money tonight

Hell yeah

I'm a survivor, yeah

If there's a hell I'ma be there

The good Lord gotta watch me get money tonight