"Only Real Ones Survive" lyrics
Terrace Martin, Kenyon Dixon & JasonMartin Lyrics
Welcome to killer California where cannons fly over calamari
Complicated, clothes turn catastrophic, image
Where the killers sniff coke, ridin' Cadillac and Benzes
Get off this here porch 'fore we confiscate your business
Bunch of other fellow spirits makin' moves off of feelin'
Unenthused
Scared to lose
Might get chastised for winning
Brodie tryna kick dope, but keep back slidin' in it
Murderers wantin' more, but they backslide in a Civic
From Hollywood, where nigga get rewarded for sinnin'
Sacrificing they sanity for vanity, lavish living
From poverty to somethin' raggedy to bums casually
God's my only gun so he stay ready to blast
In Compton, California, these boys ain't heard the last of me
Really did that ballin', you nigga just some triathletes
Terrace Martin and Kenyon, jazz George, fresh linen
Ready to crash, you ready to get they dinner
L.A. baby, cruising
West Coast grooving
Palm trees, yeah, moving
California love
Rich still rolling
Sunshine glowing
Waves still, still flowing
Pretty girls and thugs
Yeah, yeah
We in the land of the living and the lost, niggas tripping
Keep your head on a swivel outside (Never know)
If you see something that you want, go get it
If you don't, 'nother nigga gon' slide (That's how it go)
The crips still cripping and the bloods still dripping
From the west down to the east side
That's just how it is, ain't always how it appears
In the city where only real ones survive (Yeah)
Only real ones survive
Only real ones survive
Only real ones survive
On Sunset, yeah, dreaming
Gold chains gleaming
Old church choirs are singing
Tryna save a soul
Gunshots echo (Echo)
Families let go
Big wheels, Metro
The ghetto's all we know
Yeah, yeah
We in the land of the living and the lost, niggas tripping
Keep your head on a swivel outside (Never know)
If you see something that you want, go get it
If you don't, 'nother nigga gon' slide (That's how it go)
The crips still cripping and the bloods still dripping
From the west down to the east side
That's just how it is, ain't always how it appears
In the city where only real ones survive (Yeah)
Only real ones survive
Only real ones survive
Only real ones survive
Complicated, clothes turn catastrophic, image
Where the killers sniff coke, ridin' Cadillac and Benzes
Get off this here porch 'fore we confiscate your business
Bunch of other fellow spirits makin' moves off of feelin'
Unenthused
Scared to lose
Might get chastised for winning
Brodie tryna kick dope, but keep back slidin' in it
Murderers wantin' more, but they backslide in a Civic
From Hollywood, where nigga get rewarded for sinnin'
Sacrificing they sanity for vanity, lavish living
From poverty to somethin' raggedy to bums casually
God's my only gun so he stay ready to blast
In Compton, California, these boys ain't heard the last of me
Really did that ballin', you nigga just some triathletes
Terrace Martin and Kenyon, jazz George, fresh linen
Ready to crash, you ready to get they dinner
L.A. baby, cruising
West Coast grooving
Palm trees, yeah, moving
California love
Rich still rolling
Sunshine glowing
Waves still, still flowing
Pretty girls and thugs
Yeah, yeah
We in the land of the living and the lost, niggas tripping
Keep your head on a swivel outside (Never know)
If you see something that you want, go get it
If you don't, 'nother nigga gon' slide (That's how it go)
The crips still cripping and the bloods still dripping
From the west down to the east side
That's just how it is, ain't always how it appears
In the city where only real ones survive (Yeah)
Only real ones survive
Only real ones survive
Only real ones survive
On Sunset, yeah, dreaming
Gold chains gleaming
Old church choirs are singing
Tryna save a soul
Gunshots echo (Echo)
Families let go
Big wheels, Metro
The ghetto's all we know
Yeah, yeah
We in the land of the living and the lost, niggas tripping
Keep your head on a swivel outside (Never know)
If you see something that you want, go get it
If you don't, 'nother nigga gon' slide (That's how it go)
The crips still cripping and the bloods still dripping
From the west down to the east side
That's just how it is, ain't always how it appears
In the city where only real ones survive (Yeah)
Only real ones survive
Only real ones survive
Only real ones survive
Writer(s): Terrace Martin, Kenyon Dixon
