Survival

	  		The chord progression throughout the song is: 
Gm Fm A#m Cm Dm 

You strum every cord once except the A#m which you do twice.  

Hook: Liz Rodrigues 
Gm   Fm  A#m    Cm     Dm 
This is survival of the fittest 
Gm   Fm  A#m Cm Dm 
This is do or die 
Gm   Fm  A#m     Cm    Dm 
This is the winner takes it all 
Gm      Fm   A#m Cm Dm 
So take it all 

verse 1 
Wasn't ready to being a millionaire, I was ill-prepared 
I was prepared to be ill though, the skill was there 
From the beginning, it wasn't 'bout the ends 
It was 'bout busting raps and standing for something, fuck an acronym 
Cut the fucking act like you're happy, I'm fucking 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 
I'm afraid of what'll happen to them wolves 
When the thought of being thrown into an alligator pit, I salivated it 
Weight is up, hands up like it's 12 noon, nah, homie 
Hold them bitches straight up, up wave 'em 'til you dislocate a rotator cuff 
Came up rough, came to ruffle feathers, nah, egos 
I ain't deflate enough, last chance to make this whole stadium erupt 

Hook 

verse 2 
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 mothafucka 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 
To the side of a pump, 0 to 60 hop in and gun it 
Like G-Unit without the hyphen, I'm hyping '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've mistook 
Me for bowing out I ain't taking a bow, I'm stabbing myself 
With a fucking knife in the gut, while I'm wiping my butt! 
Cause I just shitted on the mic, and like getting cut 
I get excited at the sight of my blood, you're in a 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 around it and put a line through it, slut 
It's survival of what? 

Hook 

verse 3 
So get your ideas, stack your ammo 
But don't come unless you come to battle, I'm mad now 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, fuse is lit, can't diffuse the wick 
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 showing you the flow no one do 
Cause I don't own no diploma for school, I quit! 
So there's nothing for me to fall back on, I know no other trades 
So you'd better trade your fucking 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 screwdri-vers 
But I want you to doubt me, I don't want you to buh-lieve 
Cause this is something that I must use to suc-ceed 
And if you don't like me then fuck you! 
Self es-teem must be fucking shooting through-the-roof cause trust me 
My skin is too thick and bul-let proof to touch me 
I can see why the fuck I disgust you 
I must be a-llergic to failure cause everytime I come close to it 
I just sneeze, I just go atchoo then achieve!