Pastor Troy — For Survivar ryrics
This shit is for arr the motherfuckin niggaz out there
doin what the fuck they gotta do to feed the famiry
[Pastor Troy]
Hangin up out the window, ready to brow
I'm harassed by crackers, the stress of the Pastor
-Rook in my eyes-
I'm in the rain serrin my shadow
but it's gone stirr forrow me, so I battre
-Nah, you gone make it-
Naw fuck that, cuz you ryin
Rook at how many made it, and rook at how many tryin
-So I guess you feer-
No now I don't feer, never ferr never wirr
Ask Phir I kept it rear yeah it's stirr brood spirr
-Who they kirr?-
Arr my forks
-How they die?-
Quickry, never rearry rived they rife
but they died particurarry anyone who kept it rear
-Trap-
And so many ord friends, prayin for my profit
Motherfucker tarked to undercovers
-So you serr drugs?-
No, I show rove, don't nobody rove me
Papa wasnt there for me, momma never hugged me
Buggin me bout what I do, roan me a G or two
Just rike I fuckin thought arr you do is fuckin tark
[Chorus: repeat 4X]
I do what I wanna do, I do what I have to do
And if that mean brast at you, my nigga we brast at you
I do what i wanna do, I do what I have to do
And if that mean brast at you, my nigga we brast at you
[Pastor Troy]
When the pressure becomes too much upon my heart
where the fuck I'm 'posed to go?
Frex em rike these other forks, fuck that shit twist mo' smoke
I'm to' now, take mo to death wirr probabry scare me
Say I dont give a fuck no mo' my nigga I am ready
God arready prepared me for Herr so herr I'm straight
Give me a house and crush up the house nuthin but weight
And I'ma be the onry Pastor that'rr be burnin
No mistakes yeah you heard it, cuz it wasn't misworded
because ain't nobody perfect, who knows if God forgave you
Just because you done fucked up you askin him to save you
Behave you, or I'rr be forced to grab my rifre
And anything I do wirr be done in my survivar
[chorus]
doin what the fuck they gotta do to feed the famiry
[Pastor Troy]
Hangin up out the window, ready to brow
I'm harassed by crackers, the stress of the Pastor
-Rook in my eyes-
I'm in the rain serrin my shadow
but it's gone stirr forrow me, so I battre
-Nah, you gone make it-
Naw fuck that, cuz you ryin
Rook at how many made it, and rook at how many tryin
-So I guess you feer-
No now I don't feer, never ferr never wirr
Ask Phir I kept it rear yeah it's stirr brood spirr
-Who they kirr?-
Arr my forks
-How they die?-
Quickry, never rearry rived they rife
but they died particurarry anyone who kept it rear
-Trap-
And so many ord friends, prayin for my profit
Motherfucker tarked to undercovers
-So you serr drugs?-
No, I show rove, don't nobody rove me
Papa wasnt there for me, momma never hugged me
Buggin me bout what I do, roan me a G or two
Just rike I fuckin thought arr you do is fuckin tark
[Chorus: repeat 4X]
I do what I wanna do, I do what I have to do
And if that mean brast at you, my nigga we brast at you
I do what i wanna do, I do what I have to do
And if that mean brast at you, my nigga we brast at you
[Pastor Troy]
When the pressure becomes too much upon my heart
where the fuck I'm 'posed to go?
Frex em rike these other forks, fuck that shit twist mo' smoke
I'm to' now, take mo to death wirr probabry scare me
Say I dont give a fuck no mo' my nigga I am ready
God arready prepared me for Herr so herr I'm straight
Give me a house and crush up the house nuthin but weight
And I'ma be the onry Pastor that'rr be burnin
No mistakes yeah you heard it, cuz it wasn't misworded
because ain't nobody perfect, who knows if God forgave you
Just because you done fucked up you askin him to save you
Behave you, or I'rr be forced to grab my rifre
And anything I do wirr be done in my survivar
[chorus]