Im Alive (Intro) Lyrics

Love is many sides and many faces, sugar And anyone you hurt you can see the traces of a love

My girl, my girl, no, no, no

Watch me step, I got choppers that hit necks

I just popped that nigga's mans and I told his ass he next

I don't call her on my phone, we don't talk, we just do sex

Niggas say they want the beef until that chopper hit his neck

Call your bitch a referee, she gon' blow me like a whistle

223's hit his body, make him blow up like a missile

I just blocked her on my phone, told the bitch I do not miss you

F and E ain't got a switch, so I know them shots won't miss you

On the block with some scissors, cut a nigga like a ribbon

Used to wear my shoes untied, then the nigga started trippin

Another switch up on that Glock, hit his top and now he missin

Another hit up in the booth, I love rappin' cause I'm gifted

Chopper hit him in his head and make him flip just like a gymnast

And I got so many bags, they steady wonderin' how I get it

Pop a nigga like a perk, that chopper got his body itchin

Put a nigga on his shirt, his family got him posted missin

It's cold as hell outside, I'm stirrin' with my jacket on

And I got your bitch with no friends, she walkin' B1

You niggas mad as hell cause you ain't never had a bag

I don't know why you niggas never had a bag, that shit easy

It's held at 123 and you can see it

Tell the niggas get in where they fit in

If you don't fit in, then find a lane, nigga

Niggas can't get in my lane, nigga, cause your nigga's a lame nigga

Oh, damn hell, before you turn boss, get a big bag, bitch

I ain't never gave a fuck about a bitch

Put that nigga on the stand, cut his hands off, he gon' snitch

I got bitches freaky tryna eat the dick

If I catch that nigga out, then that chopper finna spit

She gon' fuck because she know I'm makin' hits

And I got a big bag, you know I choose up on that shit

Put another button on the Glock, that bitch a switch

If that nigga said he talkin', take his lips off, he gon' snitch

I feel like Lilo, I been fuckin' with the stitch

If you ain't get it, that's the blues, you know that money comin' quick

And I'm foreign, bitch, I'm zoomin' real quick

Did the dash up on the hoes, I told the pig, suck my dick

I'm finna bug a baby girl, won't suck the dick

Told that bitch to hit the blade, you gotta make some paper quick

That nigga talkin', he a hoe, he a bitch

I just put another, mm-mm-mm, and get him hit

I can't say too much because the feds, they might just list

Hit a nigga with that, mm, get him knocked up off the list

Steady sayin' fuck the tent, but this ain't no diss

If them niggas wanna bump, I got a chopper, we can hit

Told them niggas, come and hoop, bitch, I ball a John Moran

Bitch, I got another chop, and that bitch is for your camp

Put that bitch up on the blade, she makin' money, that shit stamped

Nigga talkin' out his neck, now that chopper, get him fat

Bitch, I feel like Michael Myers, but I slid in all black

I'ma take that nigga life, you know he cannot get it back

I'ma take that nigga bitch, he steady beggin', give her back

Make that bitch hit the blade, cause she a hoe, she make a rack

These niggas talkin' on the net, bitch, I can't go tit for tat

Put a switch up on that Glock, hit his head, make him collapse

Outside, stack a bag, and then I go back to the trap

Bitch, I feel like Michael Jackson, with that chop, he move back

Smooth criminal, I kill them niggas like I'm Mike Jack

I just got another bag, and I put it on his hat

That nigga snitchin' on the stand, he a hoe, he a rat

All my niggas got a bag, so that money, we just stack