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Survival Code 1 by Senior

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Survival Code 1

hip hop,both vocals

0:002:10
Lyrics
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Street no get manual, na survival be the key,
Who no wise go enter trap wey sweet like tea.
Dem go yarn say “love dey,” but na lie full the air,
People go chop your sweat and still no care.
I don see bros turn snake, just for small fame,
Dem dey toast loyalty, but na betrayal dey flame.
You dey hustle pure, dem dey run shortcut,
But when wahala land, na pure heart still cut.
Me I dey move solo, silence be my G-code,
No dey too loud — bullet no dey find noise, e dey explode.
I dey learn from pain, I dey write my scar,
Every heartbreak na ink for my rap bar.
No dey beg space where dem no send your face,
Even if you dey try, dem fit still call you waste.
Dem go laugh with you, still plan your fall,
Street cold, my guy, no believe that call.
I give love, dem give me loss,
I give time, dem give me cross.
Now I dey guard my peace like land with fence,
E no dey easy, but e still make sense.
Money go come, but make e no change your head,
Remember when you dey trek, and nobody share bread.
No forget your day one for new table of shine,
‘Cause table dey turn, e fit no be your time.
I no dey do beef, I dey cook my plan,
When boys dey chase clout, I dey build my brand.
You dey post drip, but your soul dey dry,
You dey pop bottle, but your smile dey lie.
Girls go rush you when your pocket dey swell,
But when you broke, na “God go do am” dem dey tell.
Love don turn hustle, everybody dey count,
If you no get to offer, you go bounce.
So I trust pain more than I trust person,
At least pain dey real, e dey teach with lesson.
Fake love sweet, but e bitter for end,
E go hug you soft, then use blade blend.
Now I dey love slow, dey give sense test,
No be every fine smile dey mean say rest.
Some go love your shine, but hate your root,
Dem no go clap for seed, dem want only fruit.
🎤 [Closing Spoken]
If you hear this verse, no let am just pass,
Every line na bullet, e dey burst like gas.
Street no be vibes alone, na coded path,
Na who get brain and heart go wear the crown last.