The chord progression throughout the song is:
You strum every cord once except the A#m which you do twice.
[Hook: Liz Rodrigues]
This is survival of the fittest
This is do or die
This is the winner takes it all
So take it all
[Verse 1]
Wasn t ready to being a millionaire, I was ill-prepared
I was prepared to be ill though, the skill was there
From the beginning, it wasn t bout the ends
It was bout busting raps and standing for something, an acronym
Cut the ing act like you re happy, I m ing back again
With another anthem, why stop when it doesn t have to end?
It ain t over til I say it s over â enough when I say enough
Throw me to them wolves and close the gate up
I m afraid of what ll happen to them wolves
When the thought of being thrown into an alligator pit, I salivated it
Weight is up, hands up like it s 12 noon, nah, homie
Hold them bitches straight up, up wave em til you dislocate a rotator cuff
Came up rough, came to ruffle feathers, nah, egos
I ain t deflate enough, last chance to make this whole stadium erupt
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I can see the finish line with each line that I finish
I m so close to my goals I can almost pole vault over the goal post
And if I don t got enough in the tank, maybe I can just siphon enough
To fill up this last can, man will I survive in this climate or what?
They said I was washed up, and got a blood bath
I m not a rapper, I m an adapter, I can adjust
Plus I can just walk up to a mic and just bust
So floor s open if you d like to discuss
Top 5 in this mothaa and if I don t make the cut
What, like I give a , I mma light this bitch up like I m driving a truck
To the side of a pump, 0 to 60 hop in and gun it
Like G-Unit without the hyphen, I m hyping em up
And if there should ever come a time where my life s in a rut
And I look like I might just give up, eh you might ve mistook
Me for bowing out I ain t taking a bow, I m stabbing myself
With a ing knife in the gut, while I m wiping my butt!
Cause I just shitted on the mic, and like getting cut
I get excited at the sight of my blood, you re in a fight with a nut
Cause I mma fight til I die or win
Biting the dust it ll just make me angrier, wait
Let me remind you of what got me this far, picture me quitting
Now draw a circle around it and put a line through it,
It s survival of what?
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
So get your ideas, stack your ammo
But don t come unless you come to battle, I m mad now jump in the saddle
This is it, it s what you eat, sleep, piss and shit
Lift, breathe, your whole existence just consists of this
Refuse to quit, fuse is lit, can t diffuse the wick
I don t do this music shit, I lose my shit
Ain t got shit to lose, it s the moment of truth
It s all I know how to do, as soon as I get thrown in the booth, I spit
But my respect is overdue, I m showing you the flow no one do
Cause I don t own no diploma for school, I quit!
So there s nothing for me to fall back on, I know no other trades
So you d better trade your ing mics in for some tool-box-es
Cause you ll never take my pride from me
It ll have to be pried from me, so pull out your pliers and your screwdri-vers
But I want you to doubt me, I don t want you to buh-lieve
Cause this is something that I must use to suc-ceed
And if you don t like me then you!
Self es-teem must be ing shooting through-the-roof cause trust me
My skin is too thick and bul-let proof to touch me
I can see why the I disgust you
I must be a-llergic to failure cause everytime I come close to it
I just sneeze, I just go atchoo then achieve!
