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j.r. writer - survival of the spitters lyrics

[intro]
uh, i got ’em
kay slay what’s goodie, huh
harlem, thunder
(g.u.n. productions)

[verse 1]
look, henny beef on the ave, bunch of loose cams (cams)
when i reach in my bag, i use two hands (cl!ck+clack)
oh, your heaters are blast? let them two’s blam
only place you’ll reach for the mag is at a new stare
henny beef on the ave, bunch of loose cams (cams)
when i reach in my bag, i use two hands (cl!ck+clack)
oh, your heaters are blast? let them two’s blam
only place you’ll reach for the mag is at a new stare (talk)
boy you caps lyin’, it’s a fact (fact)
hope a train hit you how you lyin’ on the track (track)
lyin’ in ya raps, fall from line you’s a rat
you get hit with so much caps you ain’t gotta buy a hat
and i don’t make any threats
i know a n[]a from the jecks that will pay his respects (pow)
then come through the set when i say that you next
don’t make me put some money on you like i’m placin’ a bet
check, check
speaking of checks (cha+ching), the check cleared
so you know i’m stuntin’ (till’ when?) from now and the next year
yeah, it’s literally funny
how a n[]a get to it like i’m pickin’ on the money
[chorus]
and slay hit me on the jack
sent the god on the mission
it’s survival of the spitters and i’m the newest edition
and slay hit me on the jack
sent the god on the mission
it’s survival of the spitters and i’m the newest edition

[verse 2]
survival of the spitters
i’m ridin’ with them hitters
this jungle is full of snakes so i’m riding with gorillas
i done been through it, felt pain shed a few tears (yeah)
the feds took 60 n[]as from my block in 2 years (that’s real talk)
couldn’t afford them sneakers that cost 150 (150)
i was f+cked up praying success come get me (come and get me)
i hope the bronx down now, feel like pun with me (bx)
i get chills doing 60 down the one whizzy
nyc rep that sh+t forever
chanla and kid wanna chip together (sh+t)
hope they can win it on the knicks together
in other words, to get a win you gotta stick together (we gotta stick together)
mistakes get repeated, these youngins don’t ever learn
it feel good to know i helped obama win his second term (yeah)
my back on my n[]as is what i’ll never turn (never)
treat the blunt like usher, f+ck it, and let it burn
[chorus]
and slay hit me on the jack
sent the god on the mission
it’s survival of the spitters and i’m the newest edition
and slay hit me on the jack
sent the god on the mission
it’s survival of the spitters and i’m the newest edition

[verse 3]
uh, quit trying to act like you know bars
when you know you cast bruno mars
i’m shootin’ for the stars
so i’m k!llin’ every rapper that’s famous
bug 50 cross your face is not for entertainment
i leave you scr+pped cause my doctors need patients
my pockets need dollars and you lookin’ like a bank
it’s a stickup, but you better get your ass down
what goes around comes around
so you gettin’ yours now
you stayed lovin’ the b+tch
i stayed f+ckin’ the b+tch
you stayed huggin’ the b+tch
i straight bust in your b+tch
i break b+tches and lace b+tches
you ate b+tches and paid b+tches
i’m straight dippin’ with the [?]
if i grab 100 grams and i put that sh+t in the kitchen
150 years the minimal that i’ll be flippin’
if you see me with a digital scalin’ my expedition
and i got a couple of pies that’s in need of flippin’
and slay hit me on the jack
sent the god on the mission
it’s survival of the spitters and i’m the newest edition
heard me on the last tape
i’m me and [?] was spittin’
sh+t soundin’ like the ’90’s had yo ass reminiscing
when me and the beat collide, like a head+on collision
gettin’ head in the ride, almost crashed while i’m whippin’
you could download this joint somewhere on def piffin’
tune into the radio with kay slay, you should listen

- j r writer lyrics

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