Some of us are thrown in the “Lineup” no matter what we do or say. By no fault of our own, we are considered the enemy of America, and forced to survive in whatever space we can find. More like dis on the recently released MAD Tape.

“I’m a survivor, always been a wild one
I feel like I’m drowning, with no one to get along with
Maybe it’s the timing, or my medication the ganja
But shit, just throw me in the lineup, I am just fine
I’m on my hustle, I always got the files on me
You don’t wanna get me riled up, I’ll go full Hulk n body someone
The beast inside me undeniable, I’ve been through trials, straight out the Bible
Always held liable, I can’t stand a sarcastic, passive aggressive liar
I put em right down
My status is a pylon, I am the paragon
Yeh, Baby Cliff about to go childish
I put in the mileage and studied my country, never fucked with the makeup or collagen
I do not bleed silence, this music is more than rhyming shit
Clearly I know how to cook a ramen dish and do the Ramadan
I am the big boy, the elephant
They say I can’t act, well I betcha didn’t notice
I had to donate my body to experiments just to make ends meet
And for that I’m the enemy
Man, just throw em in the addendum
And tell ya office a celebrity mentioned ya
Go get your credits, bud
I’m a survivor, always been a wild one
I feel like I’m drowning, with no one to get along with
Maybe it’s the timing, or my medication the ganja
But, throw me in the lineup, I am just fine
I’m alright
I’m ok
I’m good
Straight
Ok
We can’t ever get along and I know why
I’m really the fall guy, with the bald top
I got the mind of the whole lab
You sociopaths don’t know what a true sociologist means until he’s dead, or a musician
Like I shoulda gone to Columbia or Tisch, or moved back to Michigan
I hate conservatives and liberals, they can’t take nothing literal, always gotta be figurative
This is the American sickness
They just wanna rib, they can’t handle the tissue
I’m a survivor, that’s the issue, and somehow it ain’t news
Like I ain’t talking shooters, and it ain’t cool
Ok, I put the green dot to ya chest with the 30-aught-six
Throw 23 in the Glock, like Jordan, n then jump the thing
Mod the AK and let it go automatic
I’m a deadshot with the 50 from a distance
30-poppers got an airsoft kick
I’ll leave ya crying like a leak
I got the snubnose in my pocket like a wallet
One shot, that’s how we meet
I’m a survivor
I’m a survive”

Prod. LCS x Evince.

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