Whispers - E.D.I Mean, Technique

Survival tactics when you in the jungle

Hey man they waitin' for you to slip and stumble

Killers moves just might take you under

This ain’t no place for you to try to be humble

Gotta keep that thing right by your side

Ain’t no feelin’s when it’s time to ride

I heard beggars can’t be choosy, that’s why I don’t beg

And quitters never win, but you gotta quit while you ahead

I’m twistin' sticky as I ride, mo' money than pride

It’s a lot of lame shit I see, but I let that slide indeed

Hurry up and follow me, better make it fast

I got other shit to do, I’m stayin' about my cash

Just put shoes on the Benzo, I’m dippin' solo

I don’t do it for the 'gram though, don’t need no promo

I ain’t gotta say no homo, the queen gon' verify

Bustin' like a fo' fo' with that front back side to side (Side to side)

Self-made, wear the crown, stayed down (Stayed down)

Until I came up, now they don’t want me around (Don't want me around)

I’ve been around them other things, they was made to forget

Sportin' gold chains, and rings and reppin' my set

Conduct bidness with a firm hand, shake dead weight

Yeah I had to learn fast, but never hesitate

Survival tactics when you in the jungle

Hey man they waitin' for you to slip and stumble

Killers moves just might take you under

This ain’t no place for you to try to be humble

Gotta keep that thing right by your side

Ain’t no feelin’s when it’s time to ride

Post traumatic with an automatic (Post-traumatic, post-traumatic)

Survivin' daily in this apparatus (This apparatus, this apparatus)

Young black nigga, everyday is static (Day is static, day is static)

Couldn’t feel it so I got it tatted (So I got it tatted)

Hey I ain’t this shit for rob man I’m in it for real

Plan, plot, strategize I ain’t tryna get killed (I ain’t tryna get killed)

I got money on my mind, I put that on my kids (Put that on my kids)

Eat a nigga love for breakfast, if it helps me to win (Helps me to win)

Feel like we livin' in the last days, (Last days, last days)

But it’s really just the fast lane (Fast lane, fast lane)

No longer focused on my past pain (Past pain, past pain)

To the mo’nin' never stop until the cash came (Stop until the cash game)

game 'cause I made moves solo

Outlaw and RBG, yeah that’s sorta the promo

I’m lookin' past the camera, when I’m postin' my photos

'cause niggas blinded by the lights, no pressure pulse or no morals

Survival tactics when you in the jungle

Hey man they waitin' for you to slip and stumble

Killers moves just might take you under

This ain’t no place for you to try to be humble

Gotta keep that thing right by your side

Ain’t no feelin’s when it’s time to ride

They wanna write us out of history, it was written in advances

The devil in a blues dress, she whisper we dance

It’s blood all on the dance floor, she dare me to slip

And every step calculated, she ready to dip

I push it off, and she just back at me

Pull up to the church, all black caddy, droppin' niggas off

This bitch is like a cancer man I answer to a bigger boss

Moon walk in Stacy Adams and would never feel your cross

Graduated, B City on my tazzle

Twenty-five auto on the side of my satchel (Come and clap)

El niño, twist her loss for driño's told me

I better focus on my C-notes (Yeah)

My opposition they don’t want me in the booth (They don’t want me here)

'Cause they know, ain’t no comfort in the truth (Ain't no one we fear)

Top off, ain’nt no comfort in the roof (Yeah) Sky’s no limit

C-Murder T R U, L B C Tech

Survival tactics when you in the jungle

Hey man they waitin' for you to slip and stumble

Killers moves just might take you under

This ain’t no place for you to try to be humble