Survivors' Intent ft. Mic Brim

Yeah, look through the lineup Nothing but a bunch of niggas I done already lined up

Sayonara, your time's up Niggas with power are cowards

They try to act tall, yeah So I persevere through the black ball, so sincere

I'm the only one that you should know in here Plus, the four is near, my chain shine like a solar flare

Dame white like a polar bear Body shaped like a cola, my brain dark like it's coal in here

I sleep easy through all the tears Believe me, I'ma do you greasy, reminiscing

Drinking Remy as an adolescent Speeding past the coppers in the

Beat up, two-seater stick shift, dumping 350Z me and Izzy doing doughnuts like Dunkin

Kicked out my momma house, but had guidance the irony

The shit that I learned when I was out there sliding, still inside of me