Polo G & Future – Survival Of The Fittest Lyrics

Album on HOOD POET

Track 16 on HOOD POET
Survival Of The Fittest Lyrics
[Intro: Polo G]
Uh, uh, uh, uh

[Chorus: Polo G]
It’s survival of the fittest
Dead on arrival, won’t leave a witness
We on whatever you on, let’s get it
To society, my brother a menace
Know they tired of me, they hopin’ I’m finished
Who would ride for me if I wasn’t winnin’?
And who would die for me if I wasn’t livin’?
These hoes would lie to me if I was in prison
She wanted love, I’m sorry, I didn’t
High off of drugs, I’m still on my pivot
Straight out the mud, I ran up them digits
Walk through your club, 100K for a visit
Got some members up above I’m missin’
I’m from where all of the thugs in trenches
My lil’ broski, he’ll bug, he vicious (Woo)
If I give him a dub, he spinnin’

[Verse 1: Polo G]
I brought her ’round the guys, now she gang
You will get traumatized where I hang
And he might be the man where you from,
but in lil’ foenem eyes, he a stain
No, I can’t socialize with a lame
You’ll get posterized when I bang
Whether a slave or rapper, it’s all the same,
you got culturized by a chain
But if we talkin’ ’bout rappin’ and who is the GOAT,
put a photo by it with my name
I gave my bro the keys to the Range
I got a switch, no need for some aim
These shorties’ll make you bleed for a name
He ain’t gon’ never breathe, what a shame
My homies was seventeen, they was slain
That’s why I put Evergreen on the chain
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[Chorus: Polo G]
It’s survival of the fittest
Dead on arrival, won’t leave a witness
We on whatever you on, let’s get it
To society, my brother a menace
Know they tired of me, they hopin’ I’m finished
Who would ride for me if I wasn’t winnin’?
And who would die for me if I wasn’t livin’?
These hoes would lie to me if I was in prison
She wanted love, I’m sorry, I didn’t
High off of drugs, I’m still on my pivot
Straight out the mud, I ran up them digits
Walk through your club, 100K for a visit
Got some members up above I’m missin’
I’m from where all of the thugs in trenches
My lil’ broski, he’ll bug, he vicious (Woo)
If I give him a dub, he spinnin’

[Verse 2: Future]
She wanna love, I wanna be rich
Give ’em a dub, they ready to spin
No one been ’round, he hang with the stick
He put a switch on that new F&N
I’m in a fast car, burnin’
Go to Chanel and fuck up a Benz
All this style, I got it straight from the bricks
Keep that for murder, finessin’, gon’ need it
My lil’ brother, he a demon whenever he in a Trackhawk, got nobody on
Ain’t no kizzy, I’m just puttin’ this shit on
Self-made millionaire off the corner
Got a slayer nigga straight to the point
Lot of players niggas flyer than Jordan
However you want it, we on what you on
Ain’t gotta question, my nigga, they goin’

[Chorus: Polo G]
It’s survival of the fittest
Dead on arrival, won’t leave a witness
We on whatever you on, let’s get it
To society, my brother a menace
Know they tired of me, they hopin’ I’m finished
Who would ride for me if I wasn’t winnin’?
And who would die for me if I wasn’t livin’?
These hoes would lie to me if I was in prison
She wanted love, I’m sorry, I didn’t
High off of drugs, I’m still on my pivot
Straight out the mud, I ran up them digits
Walk through your club, 100K for a visit
Got some members up above I’m missin’
I’m from where all of the thugs in trenches
My lil’ broski, he’ll bug, he vicious (Woo)
If I give him a dub, he spinnin’ (Gang)