Ill Instrumentals - For The Survivors Intro lyrics

I gotta pa** you n***as Not just that, I'm tryna lap you n***as Put you in a cast as I smash you n***as till I crack you n***as like a cashew n***a When you not tryna hustle for bread You can just chill and go cuff, or get read or bust on a comfortable bed Instead of them bustin the lead And you wondering when you can just trust, but the pen Looking so close as the dust just begins To cloud all the visions of living in the day without you wondering what is ahead And that saddens me It's really tragic B Is this way life has to be? Only happiness is when I smash the beat? Or when my broad wanna smash with me? What happens when my rap depletes And the memories that I have delete My homeboy bust caps at me My broad mad at me Am I stuck in this travesty? Am I mad at the world or mad at me? Depending on your outlook you can see life as a lavish dream or a tragedy