
I FEEL ALIVE Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2025
Lyrics
Coming to you live from the motherfucking Burgh
I feel alive, I'm from the Burgh
Put the bridge on the map, bitch, I'm that guy
I look like the lotto, the way that I'm fly
I'm on a mountain, the way that I'm high
25,000 in ones, piled high
I think that I'm lost, like where is my mind
I'm smoking on pressure, I think it's Hawaiian
I'm in Colorado, you know that I'm fried
Ay, yeah, what I'ma do with 500 racks?
God just told me to double that
All over the globe, I keep coming back
I just gave my little brother cash
I just gave my little cousin cash
I miss my mama, can't get her back
Maserati, we just did the dash
I'm on the go, tryna get this bag
I did a show, I got paid in cash
She gave me throat, she was stupid bad
If you wanna go, then I'm on your ass
It's the Steel Curtain, we popping like bottles
Shit where's my bottle? Mix it with full throttle
Stir it with a straw, now let's get this shit popping
Bodies on bodies, I can't feel my body
I'm in the club like, my money up like
She wanna fuck like, I make her bust like
I just made a mill like, did it with no deal like
This what I feel like, like I took a pill like
Ay, I feel alive, I'm in Ibiza, look me in my eyes
You know that I lied, I ain't take no pills, I'm alive
I'm a good guy with the heart of a killer inside
My brother a killer, I witnessed him cry
Karma's a bitch and she witnessed him die
I Wish I was there for him more, man, I tried
But I'ma keep living all positive vibes
And she call me daddy now
Hit her so good, now she acting out
This pack, pack a punch, that's Pacquiao
Roll a pound of this shit, then I'm passing out
Then wake up in the morning and vomit
42, I was sipping on that Donald
Fresh out the dispo, I'm smoking Cronald
I might just buy a hoe a little McDonald's
I'm speeding Sonic
I'm on the rise
Bitch, I got tired, about feeling tired
I upped my level like five
I was a hooper until I sold bows
I was a shooter until I found God
But don't get it twisted, I still know the guys
Some got degrees and still keep a nine
I don't leave the house, I make money inside
I make me a bag if I hop in my ride