Im alive through instincts, And it stinks, I could spy you in an instant, With less blinks, I carry less chains, Thats less weight and less clinks, You find me wearing rags or the best minx. When the rest breaks, I know how to fold, A million different ways until im safe and in my home. Im a real G, Master of the field, see Id bet youd walk on past and never ask " is that a real tree?" Come and feel me, Yes it is, I climbed inside just try some new survival shizz.