Survival Skills Lyrics – Tee Grizzley

Read the full Survival Skills lyrics by Tee Grizzley from the album They Forgot along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Tee Grizzley's music, you can also explore Detroit Public Schools and Snow Grass Leaves, two other songs by Tee Grizzley.

[Intro]
(Pipe that s*it up, TnT)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ha
Yeah, ha, let's get it
(Alex Made This Beat)
Talk to these n!ggas, man

[Verse]
Free my n!ggas locked, they on D-Block just like Jadakiss (They on D-Block like Jadakiss)
I don't put my lips on hoes, I can't, come give my chain a kiss (Can't do that)
Before I leave the crib, just like court, I gotta take the fifth (I need it)
She sucked my d!ck and didn't leave after, why y'all ain't train the b!tch? (She gone)
Patience thin, paper thick, I hit the range, my aim lеgit
I don't argue with no n!ggas, dummy, that's how cases stick (Cases stick)
All thе money in the world and corny, you can't pay for this (Can't pay for this)
This s*it I'm wearing just for certain clients, they won't make you this (They won't)
You ain't gotta be deep, lil' bro, you need 'bout five friends
Got survival skills, don't pull in parking lots, we back in (Back in)
I don't talk 'em down, I pay 'em what they want, the bag in (Bag here)
You want something slow and green, get you a turtle, try again
Told Haimov, "Make me a chain, I need the fattest rocks" (I need the fattest rocks)
Know them certified GIA diamonds make panties drop (They do)
I'm the fu*king GOAT, I took a million to my granny block (I did)
Ever blew fifty out the fully? That b!tch'll jam the Glock (Frrt)
Log-log-logging in my bank, I see an insane amount (Insane amount)
If it wasn't, I'd be on the 'Gram, bring me Chase accounts (Rush it)
It's gon' clear the same day (Same day), no, it's not insane, gang (Nah)
Learn from your dead mans or get did the same way (Get your ass did the same way)
I don't fu*k with n!ggas if they wasn't outside on the business (Uh-uh)
Gotta pop it, this for all my young n!ggas died in the trenches (Long live them n!ggas)
Paid lawyers don't matter, bro had one and got convicted
Seen n!ggas beat bodies with prayers and public defenders (No cap)
I got plaques and I got n!ggas clapped, I'm one of them shooting stars (One of them shooting stars)
Running off on us and really thinking you gon' make it far (Where you going?)
Don't make no sense like putting a smoke detector in a hookah bar (Dummy)
If I had to point out all you d!ck suckers, I wouldn't know where to start (Wouldn't know where to start, n!gga)
B!tch, n!gga, Big Grizzbo, yeah
You boys can't even talk to me directly, let my mans know (Let Corey 'nem know)
She broke your heart, lil' bro, go get that bag and make her friends go
Fed call, we quiet, we too scared to talk on jail phones (Scared to talk on jail phones on jail phones)
B!tch, n!gga, Big Grizzbo (B!tch)
Tell 'em get the jet ready ASAP, can't miss this France show (I can't)
I get two hundred every time like I own all the railroads (Get it)
Playing Monopoly, I own s*it, you just can't tell, though (Just can't tell, though)
I-I might go get froze today, yeah, I might drive the Rolls today, yeah
Can't make our minds up, we got licensed guns and throwaways, yeah
I come from cheap dishes, the microwave used to melt our bowls away
I went from college to prison to Monaco to Saint Tropez (Sheesh, n!gga)
B!tch, n!gga, who they playing with? (Fu*k they playing with?)
N!ggas doing all that talking, still ain't saying s*it (N!ggas ain't saying s*it)
Hope don't they think they got me fooled with that 'Gram s*it (B!tch)
I know the difference 'tween what's yours and your man s*it, n!gga (Pu*sy n!gga)