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Pastor Troy - For Survival lyrics
This shit is for all the motherfuckin niggaz out there doin what the fuck they gotta do to feed the family [Pastor Troy] Hangin up out the window ready to blow I'm harassed by crackers the stress of the Pastor Look in my eyes I'm in the rain sellin my shadow but it's gone still follow me so I battle Nah you gone make it Naw fuck that cuz you lyin Look at how many made it and look at how many tryin -So I guess you feel- No now I don't feel, never fell never will Ask Phil I kept it real yeah it's still blood spill -Who they kill?- All my folks -How they die?- Quickly, never really lived they life but they died particularly anyone who kept it real -Trap- And so many old friends, prayin for my profit Motherfucker talked to undercovers -So you sell drugs?- No, I show love, don't nobody love me Papa wasnt there for me, momma never hugged me Buggin me bout what I do, loan me a G or two Just like I fuckin thought all you do is fuckin talk Chorus: repeat 4X I do what I wanna do, I do what I have to do And if that mean blast at you, my nigga we blast at you I do what i wanna do, I do what I have to do And if that mean blast at you, my nigga we blast at you [Pastor Troy] When the pressure becomes too much upon my heart where the fuck I'm 'posed to go? Flex em like these other folks, fuck that shit twist mo' smoke I'm to' now, take mo to death will probably scare me Say I dont give a fuck no mo' my nigga I am ready God already prepared me for Hell so hell I'm straight Give me a house and crush up the house nuthin but weight And I'ma be the only Pastor that'll be burnin No mistakes yeah you heard it, cuz it wasn't misworded because ain't nobody perfect, who knows if God forgave you Just because you done fucked up you askin him to save you Behave you, or I'll be forced to grab my rifle And anything I do will be done in my survival (chorus |
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