Survival of the fittest

[Verse 1] Zitchy laced boots, steps heavy on the grind, Studio dreams, shadows creeping from behind. Mic in the booth, cuts deep like a knife, Every rhyme he spits bleeds chapters of his life. [Chorus] Survival’s a jungle, only lions survive, Cold world out here, gotta hustle to thrive. My heartbeat syncs with the 808’s drum, The fittest push forward while the weak go numb. [Verse 2] Pen to the page, frustration hits my vein, Every line a battle, every bar is pain. Cigarette smoke lingers, ceiling fan spins slow, I writes my gospel ‘bout this world so cold. [Bridge] Echoes of the block, still cling to his coat, Whispers of the streets grow faint in every note. Melody my armor, lyrics my blade, In a war for survival, legends are made. [Verse 3] Saw homies fall, dreams buried six feet, I chose to fight my demons through the beat. Beats hit harder than the struggles back then, Every track is blood, no room to pretend. [Chorus] Survival’s a jungle, only lions survive, Cold world out here, gotta hustle to thrive. My heartbeat syncs with the 808’s drum, The fittest push forward while the weak go numb.