Survive or Die - Diamond D, Fat Joe, Raekwon

Cake cake cake cake cake

I been making cake like a nigga work for Drake’s

So fly I be on G4s

So high that there’s never detours

Can’t a young nigga sling drugs any more

Without the D’s have me sweat out my velours

No t-shirt just with Cubans on Louboutins Brown skin mami screaming you the don

Doors swing different on the coupe

I come a long way from just sitting on the stoop

Versace frames I can see it all paint a picture

Michelangelo paint dripping on the scriptures

And this is just my Sunday whip

Pull out the Range Rover for my Monday trips

And ma' that’s just brainwash on the wall

Late nights SportCenter sho nuffs on the floor

Crack

Like a slave do or die

Then I’m gonna survive

Survive or die shit

Like a slave do or die

Then I’m gonna survive

Survive or die shit

Like a slave do or die

Then I’m gonna survive

Survive or die shit

Like a slave do or die

Then I’m gonna survive

Went from math class with a tutor

Now I’m tryin' a cop an S Class 2 door

See the ice in this chain near cool off

Ma' show ya ass I’ll make it rain

South by Southwest with Louis luggage

My behind the scene could make a movie of it

New Yukon XL the groupies love it

I do it big interior got the Coogi colors

You can roll with me just gotta be paid

Your wife she can go with me just gotta behave

Nah man he a hater stay throwin' me shade

The Versace retailer stay throwing me shades

Cos my gift they light a candle like its Hanukkah

I think they name was Candy and Veronica

Now they arguing like Brandy and Monica

You can’t see like Stevie with the harmonica

You see me in that party how my wrist shine

Word to Party Arty you know I get flat

Diamond D on the beat with Joe and Raekwon

(Diamond D: And Federico from this day on)

Like a slave

Then I’m gonna survive

Survive or die shit

Like a slave

Then I’m gonna survive

Survive or die shit

Like a slave

Then I’m gonna survive

Survive or die shit

Like a slave

Then I’m gonna survive

hangin' with the homies

Choppin' up rocks, cuttin' hair, buying gear

Flying where?

To the luxury parts in France

Nigga pull up your pants, they see the jewellery on us, they trance

And the bags is like the Scarface movie

10 niggas walked in the bank, red bottoms on in they Coogi

Buffalo soldiers with bread

Wheel a big nose Benzies

Shop infront of Jimmy’s with the Timmy’s

Few years later all them gators been paid

Bank accounts look like fake accounts, the wave is the shit

Somethin' that my momma said karma is real deal

Either you get on or get killed

Salute the East, pop, welcome to the state

The Bronx put us on from Diggin' in the Crates

Pay your homage stay in drama, collect the lama

Smoking good boy, pullin' Dawns out in Ferragamos

We the shit, read the shit

Couple legends that live good

Blow your ass up if you flake

It’s just a message

Grown and reckless

Still humble of the jungle

Yeah (Diamond D and Raekwon: die for this necklace)

Like a slave

Then I’m gonna survive

Survive or die shit

Like a slave

Then I’m gonna survive

Survive or die shit

Like a slave

Then I’m gonna survive

Survive or die shit

Like a slave

Then I’m gonna survive