Young Mugz - Survival Of The Fittest lyrics

(Verse 1) Survival of the fit I turn my rivals to a myth You talk slick like a b**h I unload the clip Now you don't exist If the cops run up in the spot You know I'm gon resist Flush the work down the bowl Then make my exit Now I'm broke and hungry Times are desperate Lift the 9 to his neck Now his head is separate Work Ellen Too many n***as jellin Cause I'm spitting better than veterans And I'm only a freshman Hammer to your melon Sick in the head Seen a n***a get shot at the age of seven sh** like that you supposed to take the grave Pops was locked , and momma taught me to always be brave Now money I crave Nigha you would be amazed Bullets a knock off your face If you ain't good act ducking strays I ain't talking bout a dog Kobe mentality Get that Rock Ima score I ain't talking bout a ball This year I want it all I don't got time beef Cause this world is so small So if it's lit It's cool IMa probably see you tomorrow I had a wicked jump shot Still ended up on the block I had tress, I had e, I had little bit of that rock See my mans get k**ed for a dime Decided it was time to stop Momma struggling to pay the bills I started writing I just hope this sh** hot Survival of the fit I had to hit the gym Momma threw me in that water Had to learn to swim Had to take a couple losses before I learned to win Real bosses get it by they lonely, I don't need no friends Cause when I was broke they was gone with the wind Now b**hes and n***as in my face cause I got money to spend