Lyrics: This is survival of the fittest This is do or die This is the winner takes it all So take it all Wasn't ready to be a millionaire, I was ill-prepared I was prepared to be ill, though, the skill was there In the beginning, it wasn't 'bout the ends It was 'bout bustin' raps and standin' for somethin' Fuck an acronym Cut the fuckin' act like you're happy, I'm fuckin' back again With another anthem, why stop when it doesn't have to end? It ain't over 'til I say it's over - enough when I say enough Throw me to them wolves and close the gate up up I'm afraid of what'll happen to them wolves When the thought of being thrown into an alligator pit, I salivated it Raise your hands up like it's 12 noon Nah, homie, hold them bitches straight up Wait until you dislocate a rotator cuff Came up rough, came to ruffle feathers Nah, egos, I ain't deflatin' 'em Last chance to make this whole stadium erupt Hook I can see the finish line with each line that I finish I'm so close to my goals I can almost pole vault over the goal post And if I don't got enough in the tank maybe I can just siphon enough To fill up this last can, man will I survive in this climate or what? They said I was washed up and got a blood bath I'm not a rapper, I'm an adapter I can adjust, plus I can just walk up to a mic and just bust So floor's open if you'd like to discuss Top 5 in this motherfucker and if I don't make the cut What, like I give a fuck I'mma light this bitch up like I'm driving a truck In the side of a pump 0 to 60 hop in and gun it Like G-Unit without the hyphen, I'm hypin' 'em up And if there should ever come a time where my life's in a rut And I look like I might just give up, eh you might of mistook Me for bowing out I ain't taking a bounce Stabbing myself with a fucking knife in the gut While I'm whiping my butt Cause I just shitted on the mic and like getting cut I get excited at the sight of my blood, you better fight with a nut Cause I'mma fight 'til I die or win Biting the dust it'll just make me angrier Wait, let me remind you of what got me this far Picture me quitting, now draw a circle and put a line through it, slut It's survival or what? Hook So get your ideas, stack your ammo But don't come unless you come to battle, jump in the saddle This is it, it's what you eat, sleep, piss and shit Lift, breathe, your whole existence just consists of this Refuse to quit, the fuse is lit, can't diffuse the wick If I don't do this music shit I lose my shit Ain't got shit to lose, it's the moment of truth It's all I know how to do As soon as I get thrown in the booth, I spit But my respect is overdue I'm showin' you the flow no one used I don't own no diploma for school, I quit! So there's nothing for me to fall back on, I know no other traits So you'd better trade your fuckin' mics in for some tool-box-es Cause you'll never take my pride from me It'll have to be pried from me So pull out your pliers and your screwdrivers But I want you to doubt me, I don't want you to believe Cause this is something that I must use to succeed And if you don't like me then fuck you! Self esteem must be fuckin' shooting through the roof Cause trust me My skin is too thick and bullet proof to touch me I can see why the fuck I disgust you! I must be allergic to failure cause everytime I come close to it I just sneeze I just go atchoo then achieve!