I'm Alive Lyrics

Sex, money, drugs, I'm alive

Pussy got me feeling like everybody done tried

That paper gon' be wifey, we married until I die

It's nothing like a hit of a blunt to feel alive

Sex, money, drugs, I'm alive

Pussy got me feeling like everybody that tried

That paper gon' be wifey, we married until I die

It's nothing like a hit of a blunt to feel alive

Pussy juice on my shaft, a bad motherfucker

I can dig it for dead bodies or undercover

I'm not telling you shit, you's a undercover

You niggas snitching, dead bodies under cover

Y'all fags wit, lethal weapons, Danny Glover

This pipe silence the gas like a stock muffler

Man, a eighth ain't no weight, y'all are not hustlers

Don't make me put the beam to your eyes like Scott Summers

I put a bunch of dots on your bread, that's not wonders

But I wonder if you move, will you survive or will you slumber

I'm minaj with a rubber and the bitches hate it

They wanna rate it, get pregnant and dictate it

We talking sex, get it anywhere, bed to pavement

We talking money, get a gun and not a slave shift

If we talking drugs, then bud is my favorite

Mix it all up and I bet you feel amazing, nigga

Sex, money, drugs, I'm alive

Pussy got me feeling like everybody done tried

That paper gon' be wifey, we married until I die

It's nothing like a hit of a blunt to feel alive

Sex, money, drugs, I'm alive

Pussy got me feeling like everybody done tried

That paper gon' be wifey, we married until I die

It's nothing like a hit of a blunt to feel alive

Presidential mug shots got me tripping lately

Drunk sex don't mean I consent the baby

In a class of my own, yellow bus slobbing crazy

Busty yellow bone on her knees, that always yes me

Oiler than I skate, you could call it Gretzky

From the dirt elevated, you could call it veggies

Enter a vegetable state, thinking I'm not crazy

I'm always getting this cake, yeah, Ike done raised me

Pistol whipping, whose diamonds dripping, I'm mopping up

Custodial living, cleaning messes for a couple bucks

Or with a couple bucks, does it matter, I don't give a fuck

And shout out to my niggas screaming, Billy up

The irony of Millie having a milli-tuck

Don't need to touch, cause the income is moving up

Pretty soon the whole team gon' need armored trucks

She wanna fuck the paper chaser, marijuana blazing

I'm involved with such

I'ma call it sex, money, drugs, I'm alive

Pussy got me feeling like everybody done tried

That paper gon' be white, be remarried until I die

It's nothing like a hit of a blunt to feel alive

Sex, money, drugs, I'm alive

Pussy got me feeling like everybody done tried

That paper gon' be white, be remarried until I die

It's nothing like a hit of a blunt to feel alive

I'm alive, I'm alive, a blunt to feel alive

Sex can be love, or the devil in disguise

Money is the root, of all evil I advise

And drugs keep my troubles grounding, while im in the sky

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