Lyrical Breakdown of Survival Of The Fittest Ft. Future - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Survival Of The Fittest Ft. Future" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Polo G weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Survival Of The Fittest Ft. Future" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Polo G employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Uh, uh, uh, uh
It's survival of the fittest
Dead on arrival, won't leave a witness
We on whatever you on, let's get it
To society, my brother a menace
Know they tired of me, they hopin' I'm finished
Who would ride for me if I wasn't winnin'?
And who would die for me if I wasn't livin'?
These hoes would lie to me if I was in prison
She wanted love, I'm sorry, I didn't
High off of drugs, I'm still on my pivot
Straight out the mud, I ran up them digits
Walk through your club, 100K for a visit
Got some members up above I'm missin'
I'm from where all of the thugs in trenches
My lil' broski, he'll bug, he vicious (Woo)
If I give him a dub, he spinnin'
I brought her 'round the guys, now she gang
You will get traumatized where I hang
And he might be the man where you from
But in lil' foenem eyes, he a stain
No, I can't socialize with a lame
You'll get posterized when I bang
Whether a slave or rapper
It's all the same, you got culturized by a chain
But if we talkin' 'bout rappin' and who is the GOAT
Put a photo by it with my name
I gave my bro the keys to the Range
I got a switch, no need for some aim
These shorties'll make you bleed for a name
He ain't gon' never breathe, what a shame
My homies was seventeen, they was slain
That's why I put Evergreen on the chain
It's survival of the fittest
Dead on arrival, won't leave a witness
We on whatever you on, let's get it
To society, my brother a menace
Know they tired of me, they hopin' I'm finished
Who would ride for me if I wasn't winnin'?
And who would die for me if I wasn't livin'?
These hoes would lie to me if I was in prison
She wanted love, I'm sorry, I didn't
High off of drugs, I'm still on my pivot
Straight out the mud, I ran up them digits
Walk through your club, 100K for a visit
Got some members up above I'm missin'
I'm from where all of the thugs in trenches
My lil' broski, he'll bug, he vicious (Woo)
If I give him a dub, he spinnin'
She wanna love, I wanna be rich
Give 'em a dub, they ready to spin
No one been 'round, he hang with the stick
He put a switch on that new F&N
I'm in a fast car, burnin'
Go to Chanel and fuck up a Benz
All this style, I got it straight from the bricks
Keep that for murder, finessin', gon' need it
My lil' brother, he a demon whenever he in a Trackhawk, got nobody on
Ain't no kizzy, I'm just puttin' this shit on
Self-made millionaire off the corner
Got a slayer nigga straight to the point
Lot of players niggas flyer than Jordan
However you want it, we on what you on
Ain't gotta question, my nigga, they goin'
It's survival of the fittest
Dead on arrival, won't leave a witness
We on whatever you on, let's get it
To society, my brother a menace
Know they tired of me, they hopin' I'm finished
Who would ride for me if I wasn't winnin'?
And who would die for me if I wasn't livin'?
These hoes would lie to me if I was in prison
She wanted love, I'm sorry, I didn't
High off of drugs, I'm still on my pivot
Straight out the mud, I ran up them digits
Walk through your club, 100K for a visit
Got some members up above I'm missin'
I'm from where all of the thugs in trenches
My lil' broski, he'll bug, he vicious (Woo)
If I give him a dub, he spinnin' (Gang)