Survival — Verse 3

Scored May 17, 2026

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(Yeah) So, get your ideas, stack your ammo

But don't come unless you come to battle, now mount up, jump in the saddle

This is it—it's what you eat, sleep, piss and shit

Live, breathe, your whole existence just consists of this

Refuse to quit, fuse is lit, can't defuse the wick

I don't do this music shit, I'll lose my shit

Ain't got shit to lose, it's the moment of truth, it's all I know how to do

As soon as I get thrown in a booth, I spit

But my respect is overdue, I'm showin' you the flow no one do

'Cause I don't own no diploma for school, I quit

So there's nothin' for me to fall back on, I know no other trade

So you better trade your fuckin' mics in for some tool-box-es

'Cause you'll never take my pride from me, it'll have to be pried from me

So, pull out your pliers and your screwdrivers

But I want you to doubt me, I don't want you to buh-lieve

'Cause this is somethin' that I must use to succeed

And if you don't like me, then fuck you

Self-esteem must be fuckin' shootin' through the roof, 'cause trust me

My skin is too thick and bulletproof to touch me

I can see why the fuck I disgust you, I must be

Allergic to failure, 'cause everytime I come close to it

I just sneeze, but I just go achoo then a-chieve

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