Survive
Tay Keith, f**k these niggas up
I been through a whole lotta things (Whole lotta things)
With different niggas, every time they say they got me
Them niggas turn around and change
But, Lord, please let this be the one
'Cause I'm praying to you now with my hand right by my gun
My city turned me to a city girl
Had to get the bills paid, ain't no love in this city, girl
They was gossiping in nail shops
I was running up the stores, tryna see did the jwett pop
Condos under CPN's
Just to get my money up, had to cut off the middleman
Middleman and some fake friends
Now I'm sitting in this Benz, just me and my f**king ends
They be like
"JT, what's yo' definition of a city girl?"
sh*t, survive
You know
Get that muhf**king money
Don't stop
'Cause a lot of motherf**kers be wanting you to stop
Get they ass, Miami
Mama came home, I put her on that (Period)
Boosting for them clothes to get my own check (I did)
Straight from the projects to a new Patek (Yeah)
Good neck from a billionaire on Learjet's (Whew)
I done seen b**ches lie on my name
But it came with the fame
Ho, that's why you mad as f**k (Ha)
I can't help that them dirty ass b**ches getting sad
They mad, they probably had the baddest luck (b**ch)
Big Bottega in the Bentley truck (Yeah)
White toe stepper, Cartier buffs (Stepper)
b**ches want smoke while I'm on the jet with Puff
Young b**ch from Miami got a nigga tryna cuff (Ha, ha, ha)
You know what, JT?
The only thing that I can tell you is
I'm a motherf**king city girl
And that's getting this money by any means necessary
If that's what you wanna call it
I guess it's called survival
Ha, ha, ha
sh*t
Get that motherf**king money
