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left 4 dead - 10ta lil a lyrics

[intro]
okay

[chorus]
it’s survival of the fittest
and i’m the one that put my n*ggas on, yeah, it’s a difference
and i come from a place, you either die or catch a sentence
and i can’t leave the crib, they got me labeled as a menace
they blemishing my image (i said)
if you ain’t the 10, don’t come around and tryna kick it
i can’t leave the crib unless i got my gun ’cause it get wicked (okay)
couple n*ggas said they had my back and got to switchin’
i was left for dead, they was really thinkin’ i was finished

[verse]
i don’t f*ck with n*ggas and i feel like they all b*tches
ask about us in the city, they gon’ tell you we the biggest (i said)
n*ggas touch they first 20k and act the richest
gotta leave the percs alone ’cause when i take ’em, i be trippin’ (okay, i said)
it’s a mini drac’, i ain’t finna tussle with you n*ggas
out on house arrest and i still got more money than you n*ggas
catch an opp and then i hit his top and then i k!lled the witness
like it’s basketball, i turn around, i’m steady on my pivot
took a l, they locked me in the cell, but now it’s back to winning
goofy n*gga tryna start some sh*t that he can’t even finish
man, these n*ggas really mad as h*ll that i’ve been gettin’ chicken
in my bag, they was tryna judge me by the way i’m livin’
let a n*gga hit my ho, just know i’m f*ckin’ all his b*tches
if i get the lo’, just know we on your ass, yeah, we blitzin’
caught another case and they’ll label me a menace
man, i’m sick that n*ggas talkin’ ’bout this pape’ they ain’t gettin’
i was on the block at thirteen
you could make up anything you want, that sh*t don’t hurt me
keep a gun ’cause n*ggas in the city wanna shirt me
made a way and got it out the mud, ain’t get sh*t free
showed love and seen ’em turn around and try to diss me
just know we comin’ for your family if you diss g
hate a n*gga makin’ diss songs and all that sh*t weak
twenty thousand, that’s in all dubs made in one week
i’m the hardest with this rap sh*t, f*ck a top 3
and no matter what they say, they can’t stop me
see the boys and we gon’ take they ass on a high*speed
catch a n*gga, we gon’ see what all that hype be
be done tell a n*gga how it is so they don’t like me (yup)
leave your head in your lap thinking sh*t sweet
any n*gga speakin’ on my name gon’ get his ass beat
see me out, don’t do sh*t but walk past me
[?], no, we is not a gang, we done splat team
just know if i didn’t know sh*t, i know to stack cheese
see an opp and you don’t send a shot, that is not beef (ayy)
to keep it real, we the ones that run the whole east
i’m the reason why these rap n*ggas gotta type beef (i said)
and what’s*his*name been a b*tch, he got fast feet
you is not a k!ller, lil’ n*gga, you an athlete (i said)
and if you ever upped a gun, we can’t drop beef
high as h*ll, i’m blowin’ on the dead, you can’t match me (yeah)
‘ll slide down with a fully switch and a black tee
wait until i sign, i’m finna go and drop a track jeep (yeah)
crashin’ out, i’ll f*ck around and be done fapped meech
sh*ttin’ on these n*ggas, doin’ laps around they whole team (i said)
yeah
[chorus]
and it’s survival of the fittest
i’m the one that put my n*ggas on, yeah, it’s a difference
and i come from a place, you either die or catch a sentence
and i can’t leave the crib, they got me labeled as a menace
they blemishing my image
if you ain’t the 10, don’t come around and try to kick it
i can’t leave the crib unless i got my gun ’cause it get wicked (okay)
couple n*ggas said they had my back and got to switchin’
i was left for dead, they was really thinkin’ i was finished

- 10ta lil a lyrics

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