Survivor feturing Trema
Katrina
Question why must they hate when it concerns the rap game
Katrina will proclaim about the same Pearson she became
I can’t help it if I hate it when people have to mention my name
I spoke the truth you wanted to hate so how am I to blame
This girl complain that now its all my fault
Girl you was careless who forgot to close the vault
Now look what happened they found out what you really got
Saying you got skills? When you don’t because you were caught
Let me do the honours and pledge to squash this beef
I let emotion get the better of me so now im in disbelief
That id drop as low as your level when I already know
That its pointless … truth I don’t want beef anymore
So I learned you got to brush it of and leave them hate
These people will hate over anything call it fate
I wont create it Earth can be a small place when you got haters who permit
To carry this be beef on weather its out on the streets or when they click submit
Trema
I advise you that um a survivor,no anchor can make me kneel
No bully can make me skweel, my lyrics are made of steel
Hate feed don’t make me bleed but makes me succeed
So I can flee when I cant breathe, a warrior never leaves
Without completing his task wether its daytime or dark
On the corner or in the park, my status..all u have to do is ask
I survived but nearly died sometimes I multiplied my own enemy
Just by my own memory, that sometimes looked so easy
Smoke of a blunt, sip of some vodka, would make me feel I was dreaming
Found out I was, reality came back too fast my vocabulary started bleeding
My sight on the look out for those who insisted on providing the crap
They tried to make me crack,but my elevation put a strain on they’re back
Never that, I used the feed to provide my vocab with wat I need
Now that I see!, my meanings dig under the crust so deep
And all the way down to a warrior stroke survivors destiny
To help those who need help, and to for fill history
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Originally Posted by Fawn Dullmiballs
