Lyric For Survival

This shit is for all the motherfuckin niggaz out there
doin what the fuck they gotta do to feed the family

[Pastor Troy]
Hangin up out the window ready to blow
I m harassed by crackers the stress of the Pastor
Look in my eyes
I m in the rain sellin my shadow
but it s gone still follow me so I battle
Nah you gone make it
Naw fuck that cuz you lyin
Look at how many made it and look at how many tryin
-So I guess you feel-
No now I don t feel, never fell never will
Ask Phil I kept it real yeah it s still blood spill
-Who they kill?-
All my folks
-How they die?-
Quickly, never really lived they life
but they died particularly anyone who kept it real
-Trap-
And so many old friends, prayin for my profit
Motherfucker talked to undercovers
-So you sell drugs?-
No, I show love, don t nobody love me
Papa wasnt there for me, momma never hugged me
Buggin me bout what I do, loan me a G or two
Just like I fuckin thought all you do is fuckin talk

Chorus: repeat 4X

I do what I wanna do, I do what I have to do
And if that mean blast at you, my nigga we blast at you
I do what i wanna do, I do what I have to do
And if that mean blast at you, my nigga we blast at you

[Pastor Troy]
When the pressure becomes too much upon my heart
where the fuck I m posed to go?
Flex em like these other folks, fuck that shit twist mo smoke
I m to now, take mo to death will probably scare me
Say I dont give a fuck no mo my nigga I am ready
God already prepared me for Hell so hell I m straight
Give me a house and crush up the house nuthin but weight
And I ma be the only Pastor that ll be burnin
No mistakes yeah you heard it, cuz it wasn t misworded
because ain t nobody perfect, who knows if God forgave you
Just because you done fucked up you askin him to save you
Behave you, or I ll be forced to grab my rifle
And anything I do will be done in my survival

(chorus)