I'm Alive - Young Chris

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