Survive - Stomper, Soldier Ink

As I step outside the house, I bow my head and I pray

Got a lot on my mind as I step outside

Put my system up loud soon as I hop in the ride

Cruise up the boulevard with a smile on my face

A chromed out nine mili, just so I could feel safe

hotter than hell and I gotta stay ready

I’m on the grind to get mine, making moves to get fedi

This life is petty, the street life is deadly

Disrespect us I’ll spill your noodles like a bowl of spaghetti

Stay strapped, and little homi watch your back

I ain’t trying to fucking preach but yo I been through that

So what the fuck is next?

This fucking lif is a test

Sometimes I’m wondering if I get a chance to rest

My whole life is stress, got me feeling depressed

Sometimes I’m wondering why I got myself in this mess

So I just spark it up cause what else can I do

Time to face all my fears, time to get rid of you

Somebody’s got to die, one of us gots to go

Cause we can never be friends, you little punk ass hoe

I’m from the city of Los and no matter where you go

We’re selling first class tickets to that murder show

In this crazy world

We be dodgin' and we duckin' everything

Just to stay alive

When the streets are watching

And we steadily hustling

Doing anything to survive

It’s time to leave

Can’t get caught slipping

And no tripping or we choose to die

Cause the pressures are deadly

So we gotta be ready to do anything to survive