For Survival - Pastor Troy

This shit is for all the motherfuckin niggaz out there 
doin what the fuck they gotta do to feed the family 

[Pastor Troy] 
Hangin up out the window  ready to blow 
I'm harassed by crackers  the stress of the Pastor 
Look in my eyes  
I'm in the rain sellin my shadow 
but it's gone still follow me  so I battle 
Nah  you gone make it  
Naw fuck that  cuz you lyin 
Look at how many made it  and look at how many tryin 
-So I guess you feel- 
No now I don't feel, never fell never will 
Ask Phil I kept it real yeah it's still blood spill 
-Who they kill?- 
All my folks 
-How they die?- 
Quickly, never really lived they life 
but they died particularly anyone who kept it real 
-Trap- 
And so many old friends, prayin for my profit 
Motherfucker talked to undercovers 
-So you sell drugs?- 
No, I show love, don't nobody love me 
Papa wasnt there for me, momma never hugged me 
Buggin me bout what I do, loan me a G or two 
Just like I fuckin thought all you do is fuckin talk 

Chorus: repeat 4X 

I do what I wanna do, I do what I have to do 
And if that mean blast at you, my nigga we blast at you 
I do what i wanna do, I do what I have to do 
And if that mean blast at you, my nigga we blast at you 

[Pastor Troy] 
When the pressure becomes too much upon my heart 
where the fuck I'm 'posed to go? 
Flex em like these other folks, fuck that shit twist mo' smoke 
I'm to' now, take mo to death will probably scare me 
Say I dont give a fuck no mo' my nigga I am ready 
God already prepared me for Hell so hell I'm straight 
Give me a house and crush up the house nuthin but weight 
And I'ma b