Текст песни Fittest of the fittest - Dariush

I've been on the grind like everyday
Trying to make it work by every way
If this s**t don't work out then full is the gage
Homie don't tempt me, I wasn't born to be tamed
I've been on the grind like everyday
Trying to make it work by every way
Get close, get smoked up like a Rastafari
Ain't nobody getting between me and my way
I've been on the grind like everyday

F**k the street smoke yeah
I said f**k the street's cold yeah
Respect no street code
But the one getting me into suite robes yeah
Aiming for a steep growth yeah
Money's still a side goal yeah
All I want to do is headshot haters
Homie I don't need to reload yeah
This ain't peaceful
This my ego, this no free soul yeah
This that freestyle Dariush
Let me make this crystal clear
Pistol here
Pistol there
Tell me how many pistols does it take to make him piss himself?

They telling me "D be more positive"
I'm smoking homies, don't know what the problem is
That's how I know where the profit is
Killing each other, the outcome ain't prominent
War is a profit for those you call prophets
Pouring the blood, it be filling they pockets
Straight is the message, not still in the closet
Yeah water it down homie open the faucet

Told homies welcome to the jungle
Snakes, rats, bitches all around don't stumble
Fittest of the fittest won't survive when I rumble
Crawl when I stomp ho
Brawls when I humble homies
Y'all barely even know me
Darius with an H don't miss me
White wash me?
Wait what me?
Don't miss read
Bish miss me, name's history

We smokin' out here
We killin' out here
Bitches be lovin' the blood in my air
I don't give a damn who talkin' about me
Cuz in the jungle, I be killin' out here
I'm killin' my homies
I'm killin' my woes
I'm killin' the bitches
I'm killin' the hoes
I'm killin' the ones even not talking badly
I don't give a damn all the homies is foes