Cover art for Survival Tactics by James Seville

Survival Tactics

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Survival Tactics Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Back in the day, yeah yeah, mama had the burner
Making CDs for my friends and sellin some on the corner
Just doing my shit had my own lil grind
Nothing to do but stack up when all you got is time
My raps up in the prime getting cooler than some pies
On the windowsill that it would lie
My rhymes go into my mind cause you can't see it in my eyes
And as hard as I try I know that I'mma get mine
Bitch, come after me but I won't let you catch up
Take over got you looking like you just got set up
Like youre looking down the barrel of the Beretta

And I know it sounds cheesy but im trying to get the cheddar
Better and better dont ever stop growing
Won't ever stop flowing till my casket is glowing
Yeah, dont muthafucking start me
Cause I'mma fuck you up with my hip hop anarchy
Bump me as you head to the party
And if they pull me over try to charge me ill say that its parsley
Dumb ass little porky the pig
Put your head under the water and snorkel my dick
Im more than the shit average can't describe me
Defibrilate the beat cause its gon need reviving
Check my timing cause that I got hella
Getting Deniro just me and my Goodfellas
[Verse 2]
And im just trying to make a million for me and my family
Im trying to make it big so im taking all of these calories
There will be no tragedy if I stick to my strategy
And if you hate me make sure that im written by your allergies
The rapper is me, The future I see
The mindset of a G, and the style is unique
MuthaFuck a critique, complaining about my mystique
Im doing your craziest dreams in the middle of the week
In the in crowd yeah bitch I am the chief
Runnin shit with muthafuckas that you couldn't even meet
Bang bang skeet skeet from the west to the east
New up in this rap game but not looking for no cheats
Do kind deeds for these fine fees
But we dont love these hoes unless they get up on they knees
For free but thats only right now
Me and my team just gonna kick it when our plane touchdown

[Verse 3]
Hittin muthafuckas with them flows like Barry Bonds
Im barely gone and they checkin in my carry on
Looking at my face, I ain't mad though
Prepared for travel packing shit I can handle
Secret Panel im working on survival tactics
White boy rappin' but I dont be rabbit
This shit got me laughin', its really quite simple
The kid is out here popping like a fourteen year old with pimples
I be that young dude
Got bitches hanging out of the sun roof
You stay all up in a dumb mood
Cause I do whatever the fuck I want to
And when I come through
Yall gonna recognize the youth
Time to listen to something new, Cause ill be living proof
Of aiming for the ceiling and landing on the muthafuckin roof
Yeah
I said ill be living proof of aiming for the ceiling and landing on the muthafucking roof

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