Had to Survive - T-Shyne, Max B

I started on my own and I had to survive

A couple women texting I never reply

I knew that I would get it was never surprised

My father used to say keep your eye on the prize

My homie used to say keep your eye on the stove

And now they see us getting it all over the globe

I remember nights when we ran in them homes

I swear we thought the police was tapping our phones

Yeah I used to sip out the styrofoam

Now I’m just a pimp with a thousand hoes

Thousand of them

Please forgive me

I’m out in LA it get faker than some titties

But I need a girl to love me for the real me

She got a body like Billie, Jean

Picture her body in the sauna, steam

Like a virgin, my Madonna, clean

We make a movie it’s a drama, scene

I told myself no more sipping lean

Lil baby told me that she missing me

These niggas hating they can’t sit with me

I pity the fool like I’m Mr. T

Fuck up a cheque and I’m gone, shawty gon' strip in the thong

I’m trying to get on, I had to right so many wrongs

Used to live in the Bronx now I’m in the crib with the lawn

Rocking that Ralph Lauren

I am, I am

I started on my own and I had to survive

A couple women texting I never reply

I knew that I would get it was never surprised

My father used to say keep your eye on the prize

My homie used to say keep your eye on the stove

And now they see us getting it all over the globe

I remember nights when we ran in them homes

I swear we thought the police was tapping our phones

Yeah I used to sip out the styrofoam

Now I’m just a pimp with a thousand hoes

I had to get the dough without needing the loan

The road was always rocky, Sylvester Stallone

Now a nigga popping I’m doing these shows

I’m 'bout to put my niggas all in some diamonds fo sho

Me and all my niggas just do it for fun

I always knew that I was the chosen one

Some niggas came to my crib with a loaded gun

The night we made it out our lives were good

I started on my own and I had to survive

A couple women texting I never reply

I knew that I would get it was never surprised

My father used to say keep your eye on the prize

My homie used to say keep your eye on the stove

And now they see us getting it all over the globe

I remember nights when we ran in them homes

I swear we thought the police was tapping our phones

Yeah I used to sip out the styrofoam

Now I’m just a pimp with a thousand hoes