Ghetto Survivor
Trick Trick Lyrics
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Living was second to my survival
Pops at the front door with a rifal
Mama in the kitchen with her bibal
Another day in the ghetto
Tryna prevent from being suicidal
Clicked up with the other niggas' rivals
So on point, I took the title
Was the only fear
Nigga I changed my life, and only did a year
Got to name my price, fucking with pioneers
See the OG's didn't play that
Tryna pay, nigga pay that
Real niggas gon respect where you lay at
Cause you didn't want them coming after you
Talking bout payback i say that
Cause niggas only do what they tought
So used to being tought to
Be stupid till we caught
Only wrong that we did was surviving
What we thought
Tryna break out the ghetto
In something foreign streets still calling
Everytime it rain, more money for the team
06 in this barol, pull back, bang bang
Murder like so what, money
I sold more birds than a KFC
Sippin on shots, sitting on blocks
Getting this gwop, shit don't stop
Still going hard with the otherfucking yay
Don't assume I don't rap cause
You heard me with Slay
I'm not with the drama
But I'm with the kingpin
Free the omies, from the pen
Imma free myself from the hood with a pen
And drive away in my drug money bought Benz
I'm so ambitious with it if I want it
I hustle and motherfucking get it
It's Troy Ave, nigga!
Running to this dead end
Whole family fuck ups
Brother doing a few life
Streets got him sucked up
MeI did the same thing, agrevated and robbing
Tryna provide for mama
To help her in case she was starving
Everyone would say I tripped out
Man I was unstable
Preacher said I could change it, enable
Homies say I'm the truth, and stick with it
Label told them that shit was cool
But I'm tryna get to this table
And eat nigga, Trae can't sleep nigga
Somebody hating
That's why I'm keeping this heat nigga
Cirtifyed champion
I be dambed if I get beat nigga
Plus the lil homie I knew
Got downed last week nigga
Nothing be guaranteed, fly
They know everyday I try
Fuck wasting my days to cry
Just do what I do the best
Watch how I keep rolling by
And can't wait till I get to rest
I'm on it, homie
I'm from the ghetto born
Came up listening to ghetto boys
We stay hustling
Cause we ain't really got a choice
My cousin just got out, he did a five piece
I pray he stay off these streets
So he can see his niece
Look around, it's cocroaches
Powdered noses tryna rock with kinda funny
Cause you can have you a pile of money
And still not get love
What he can do for the next man
Like cutting checks
Extorting your best friends
So what's the best plan?
Things change, stress at the shooting range
I ain't a punk
But I ain't ever shoot a man
Eh yo Slay you the man, cause you plan
Catch me chilling, dapping my fans
Fuck this music industry
This shit is fake as hell
None of these rappers real
Another soul to sell
The lyrics of Trick Trick's song "Ghetto Survivor" depict the harsh realities of growing up in the ghetto and the struggle for survival. The artist shares his personal experiences, alluding to a difficult upbringing filled with violence and crime. He describes living in a constant state of alertness, always trying to prevent himself from becoming a victim. The presence of guns in his household, with his father at the front door with a rifle and his mother in the kitchen with her "bibal" (possibly a reference to the Bible), further emphasizes the dangerous environment he was raised in.
Trick Trick also touches on the influence of his surroundings, noting that he became associated with the rivals of other individuals in the hood, earning him the title of being on point. He reflects on the passage of time and the fear he experienced, with tears being the only thing he truly feared. Despite this, he managed to change his life, serving only a year in prison and becoming involved in the music industry.
The second verse of the song portrays the ongoing struggle to escape the ghetto. Trick Trick speaks of trying to break free, yet constantly being drawn back by the streets. The mention of rain bringing more money for the team implies that illegal activities such as drug dealing are a means of survival. The artist boasts about his ability to sell drugs and his ambition to succeed.
The lyrics also touch on the complexity of relationships in the ghetto, with the prevalence of fake friendships and the need to constantly protect oneself. Trick Trick expresses his determination to free himself from the hood through his music and his desire to achieve success. He highlights the harshness of the music industry, which he sees as fake and filled with people willing to compromise their integrity for financial gain.
Overall, "Ghetto Survivor" serves as a reflection on the struggles and challenges faced by those growing up in impoverished areas, trying to rise above their circumstances and create a better life for themselves.
Line by Line Meaning
I been on that tip since the day of my arival
I have been living this way since the day I was born
Living was second to my survival
Surviving was more important than anything else
Pops at the front door with a rifal
My father was armed at the front door
Mama in the kitchen with her bibal
My mother was in the kitchen reading the Bible
Another day in the ghetto
Just another day in the poor neighborhood
Tryna prevent from being suicidal
Trying not to feel so depressed that I want to die
Clicked up with the other niggas' rivals
Joined forces with the enemies of our enemies
So on point, I took the title
I became the leader because of my sharpness and skills
After so many years time and tears
After enduring many years of hardship and pain
Was the only fear
That was the only thing I was afraid of
Nigga I changed my life, and only did a year
I turned my life around, and it only took a year
Got to name my price, fucking with pioneers
I gained respect and was able to set my own terms by associating with experienced individuals
See the OG's didn't play that
The older gangsters wouldn't tolerate that behavior
Tryna pay, nigga pay that
If you owe them money, you better pay up
Real niggas gon respect where you lay at
True gangsters will acknowledge and respect your territory
Cause you didn't want them coming after you
Because you didn't want them seeking revenge on you
Talking bout payback i say that
Referring to seeking revenge, I understand
Cause niggas only do what they tought
Because people tend to do what they have been taught
So used to being tought to
We are so accustomed to being taught to
Be stupid till we caught
To continue behaving foolishly until we are caught
Only wrong that we did was surviving
The only mistake we made was trying to stay alive in this difficult environment
What we thought
That's what we believed
Tryna break out the ghetto
Attempting to escape the impoverished neighborhood
In something foreign streets still calling
Even though I'm driving a luxury car, the streets still beckon me
Everytime it rain, more money for the team
When it rains, there are more opportunities for us to make money together
06 in this barol, pull back, bang bang
In 2006, we were involved in a shootout, pulling the trigger and causing chaos
Murder like so what, money
Killing people as if it's a trivial matter, just for financial gain
I sold more birds than a KFC
I have sold more drugs than a fast food chain sells chicken
Sippin on shots, sitting on blocks
Drinking alcohol and hanging out on street corners
Getting this gwop, shit don't stop
Continuously hustling and making money, it's a never-ending grind
Still going hard with the otherfucking yay
Still going strong with the distribution of cocaine
Don't assume I don't rap cause
Don't assume I'm only involved in criminal activities because
You heard me with Slay
You heard me rap along with Slay
I'm not with the drama
I don't want to be involved in any conflicts
But I'm with the kingpin
But I associate with the main drug dealer
Free the omies, from the pen
Free my friends who are currently incarcerated
Imma free myself from the hood with a pen
I will escape the neighborhood through my talent for writing
And drive away in my drug money bought Benz
And leave in a luxurious car purchased with my drug money
I'm so ambitious with it if I want it
I'm extremely determined to achieve anything I desire
I hustle and motherfucking get it
I work hard and fucking obtain it
It's Troy Ave, nigga!
I am Troy Ave, motherfucker!
Running to this dead end
Heading towards a path with no future
Whole family fuck ups
My entire family is filled with people who have made bad decisions
Brother doing a few life
My brother is serving multiple life sentences
Streets got him sucked up
The streets have trapped him
MeI did the same thing, agrevated and robbing
I also got involved in illegal activities, aggravated situations, and committed robberies
Tryna provide for mama
Trying to take care of my mother
To help her in case she was starving
To support her in case she had no food
Everyone would say I tripped out
Everyone thought I lost my mind
Man I was unstable
Because I was emotionally unbalanced
Preacher said I could change it, enable
The preacher told me I had the power to change my life and improve it
Homies say I'm the truth, and stick with it
My friends call me authentic and encourage me to continue on this path
Label told them that shit was cool
The record label assured them that my style was acceptable
But I'm tryna get to this table
But my goal is to reach a higher level of success and influence
And eat nigga, Trae can't sleep nigga
To enjoy the fruits of my labor and never rest, I can't sleep
Somebody hating
There is someone who dislikes me
That's why I'm keeping this heat nigga
That's why I carry a firearm, to protect myself from enemies
Cirtifyed champion
I am a certified champion
I be dambed if I get beat nigga
I refuse to be defeated
Plus the lil homie I knew
Additionally, the young friend I knew
Got downed last week nigga
Got shot and killed last week, man
Nothing be guaranteed, fly
Nothing is certain, my friend
They know everyday I try
They know I strive every single day
Fuck wasting my days to cry
I refuse to waste my days crying
Just do what I do the best
I will focus on doing what I do best
Watch how I keep rolling by
Observe how I continue to move forward
And can't wait till I get to rest
And I can't wait until I finally find peace
I'm on it, homie
I'm determined and focused, my friend
I'm from the ghetto born
I was born and raised in the impoverished neighborhood
Came up listening to ghetto boys
I grew up listening to music by rappers from the hood
We stay hustling
We continually work hard to make money
Cause we ain't really got a choice
Because we don't have many options available to us
My cousin just got out, he did a five piece
My cousin was recently released from prison after serving a five-year sentence
I pray he stay off these streets
I hope he avoids getting involved in street life again
So he can see his niece
So that he can spend time with his young niece
Look around, it's cocroaches
Look around, there are cockroaches everywhere
Powdered noses tryna rock with kinda funny
People addicted to drugs are trying to fit in, it's kind of amusing
Cause you can have you a pile of money
Because even if you have a lot of money
And still not get love
You may still not receive genuine love and respect
What he can do for the next man
What he can do to benefit another person
Like cutting checks
Such as providing financial assistance
Extorting your best friends
Taking advantage of your closest friends
So what's the best plan?
So, what should be our best course of action?
Things change, stress at the shooting range
Situations can change, and there is tension at the shooting range
I ain't a punk
I am not a coward
But I ain't ever shoot a man
But I have never shot someone
Eh yo Slay you the man, cause you plan
Hey Slay, you're the man because you strategize and make things happen
Catch me chilling, dapping my fans
Find me relaxed, greeting my fans with handshakes
Fuck this music industry
I have no respect for the fake and manipulative music industry
This shit is fake as hell
It is incredibly inauthentic
None of these rappers real
None of these rappers are genuine or authentic
Another soul to sell
They are just selling their soul for fame and money
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