Paroles Survival of the fittest Dillon Cooper

Survival of the fittest

(Verse)
Exclusive young boy steady shining
Flow’s so neurotic,
The limelights out, undeniable, it’s my right to vibe out.
No guns it always have, not now,
Cooper killing a while out,
To find me who can never ever ever ever predict the sudden edition
I’m in my kitchen, just chefing out all my defense for the opposition
Affirm mission, missionary positions, I’m getting bitches
That mean the mommy pappy she call me from the lobby and said to this here we go
Bitch, it’s my CZo, fuck that, cause I got bills to pay to wait here for my day
I got things to buy so I stay fly
Oh me, oh my , I got to shine so release all the motherfuckers could just hop on on my dick
Middle finger to the haters and their fucking click
I’m the shit, bitch, I’m the shit.
Diarrhea nasty bastard, I got hansies, nigger
So shut the fuck up with them airwalks, moon walk to outer space, I fair walk
Steady rock so, good fella mob star, space shooting mob star, got bars.
Brooklyn bout to kill the game, not the East west respecting on my better rental
Deblock the kids, I’m a fresh prince, back up, gotta get the stacks up.
Stuffing all this cash under my mattress,
Blowing all these trees, better believe, come on, get happy like a part of it.
I’m a martian like titties that get inviolent,
I beg your pardon, please, can you unleash me
Me and the others say that you don’t feel the chills
Come out the spine, only the short survive.

(Hook)
Ridiculous until the day that we die,
Survival of the fit, only the short survive
We living rag until the day that we die,
Survival of the fit, only the short survive.
Ridiculous until the day that we die
Survival of the fit, only the short survive.

(Verse)
Sharp like dumb text in other equals
Rig on elegance blast, heaven sent ,
Promise I won’t tell a lie
I repeat, roll up, you, four blunts, you.
Chilling out maxim, relaxing oh,
Cool on the dime piece, sipping on some jack and jill shit, it’s just so exciting
Cause I’m OAD, you know me, rocking out on A3C
Just for the beat, if I’m on the rolling you slow, I gotta go get my rhymes right
You heard that.
Some of them try to run, but they can’t run like this
Some of them try to run, but they can’t run like this
Some of them try to run, but they can’t run like this
Some of them try to run, but they can’t run like this.
Cause we some murderers, cold bloody killers off the beatbox
Street knock cold rock, then bring it some
Crazy out the fella shine, cool killer gonna be a cruel winner as I’m getting colder with the flow
Wicker than chill up your spine, spin around like you dreamed about
Sipping on me, they dreaming in, I’m leaving in the studio contemplating about movie roles
I’m trying to be the French prince, murder the themesong and I be spitting on their death since.
Lock me up and sell the drugs, they be checking rob scheme
Dob themes die for me, girls they be crying for me.
I said I’m super sorry, shawty, with all the glory come story
The nigger just be trying to sell you so police
So imma rot, nigger, on the stone,
Rocky nigger I’m still alone,
Cuba kill em softly like a booty time to put em on.

(Hook)
Ridiculous until the day that we die,
Survival of the fit, only the short survive
We living rag until the day that we die,
Survival of the fit, only the short survive.
Ridiculous until the day that we die
Survival of the fit, only the short survive.