Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I'm Alive , by - Young Chris. Release date: 30.09.2013
Song language: English
I'm Alive |
| This brand new machine |
| Now it’s time to turn these nightmares into dreams |
| You can watch me on the screen |
| Watch me on the screen, got that product for the fiends |
| All the niggas say he’s dope, all the bitches make 'em scream |
| Shoot official, got that pistol for the distance got my beam |
| For the dirty stickup kids, put 'em in his wig, you make a scene |
| Home of the birdies, will you get 'em for the team? |
| We gets dirty, but our VVS is clean |
| They say that boy frequent fly without the wings |
| Stupid niggas, y’all remind me of Mr. Bean |
| These others rappers ain’t good as they make 'em seem |
| Type to get cut, never picked, don’t make the team |
| Here’s to all the niggas that played me, no BDS |
| Should’ve freed the rest, you see this tech you seeing death |
| I’m alive, taking my time, one day at a time |
| Where you live by, you die by the spray of the nine |
| You can hate on the player, can’t hate on the grind |
| Through time, you niggas see why I rhyme |
| Bitch, I’m alive, better than ever, told 'em never say never |
| This return of the hustler, they never could dead us, I’m alive |
| Like I never could die, what you niggas surprised? |
| Niggas, death is yours, I’m still alive, niggas |
| I ain’t dead, death taking a toll on momma |
| Tired of y’all niggas, sick of these hoes with the drama |
| The ones that did make it stand in front of your honor |
| Try to assassinate my character, young Obama |
| Marijuana, sweet aromatics for the ganja |
| My 38 in navigation, it ain’t hard to find you |
| Back on that back block with gas cock and crack rock and mad pot |
| Young bitches party sucking dick while taking back shots |
| Fucking all the whores and in they slot, hit the jackpot |
| Once the door close, ain’t no open, put the padlock |
| No clowns allowed here, hit 'em while the crowd there |
| Fuck cops, they wild here, you couldn’t walk a mile here |
| Death to all posers, the realest come to exposure |
| Let’s bring closing to these niggas, the takeover, D1 |
| More clips to share, know you niggas ain’t fair |
| The desert eagles come in pairs, we catch them anywhere |
| Everybody get air, take all them niggas over there |
| We focus on the road, ain’t worried about the rare |
| We don’t fuck with the stare, we worry about the chair |
| Ain’t worried about you police hating on a nigga |
| We worry about the codis breaking on a nigga |
| From sun up to sun down, we known to tote that gun’round |
| Smarter niggas walk up leaving niggas don’t found |
| Dig a whole, we let it roll, hear that drum sound |
| Tell our fathers to try and run down |