Dead or Alive I'll be one of the best No sleep vibe I don't get no rest You come for the tribe we come for your head No revive‚ it'll be no test Been underrated‚ underpaid and I still do tours I still do more than half of the people you track and adore And all of my music is real But yeah they want the head shots‚ hollow points and red dots Murder everything No shame in the game they'll even make the dead walk Bitch, I'm not a rap god Only makes tracks that I snap on All my life been stepped on But not anymore I got red dots and head shotsYeah, just hit up Quadeca sent him this beat Now there's no stopping us‚ breaking the scene Word to my brothers and word to my team Yea you know we're boutta eat Every new album it feels like the best Every new outlet I outpace the rest You cannot compare it'll be sudden death If I die then It's about to be a outbreak We outpace all the fakes They seeking salvation for the trash they're making So get in formation Never sell my soul Love for the game but I really wanna go I'm sick of this Death to all the fakes, there's about to be a outbreakYuh, oh oh yuh oh Everybody wanna be friends‚ uh When I break out it's a outbreak, uh I live my life like a highlight reel Had to take out every single outtake, uh Everybody wanna act fake now, they get faked out when they really try to out-fake They gon' post a picture on the gram like the man Open up the comments all they gonna see is clown face, bitch I'll be coming from the heart, coming for your part Running in the dark in the red like an oven when it starts (Woo!) Kill the whole darkness Too much drive made me carsick I was starvin' a bar then I hit a bargain (Woah!) You a Simpson like Marge is, you really garbage This shit a roller coaster and I took the fuckin' harness Every goal I aim at bitch I hit a fuckin' target Hold up, I'm off the charts when I'm chartin' I'm ultra strong like I'm Charmin I just met a bitch she like "oh you're super charming" Cryin' to their mom when I rap like they Cartman Keep you with a pencil I ain't even gotta sharpen Okay, that's true please listen I've been in sax you can call me Lisa Simpson Everybody claimin' that they gotta see the vision But they're lying to your face I just block 'em and I'm dippin' (Woo)Dead or Alive I'll be one of the best No sleep vibe I don't get no rest You come for the tribe we come for your head No revive, it'll be no test Been underrated, underpaid and I still do tours I still do more than half of the people you track and adore And all of my music is real But yeah they want the head shots, hollow points and red dots Murder everything No shame in the game they'll even make the dead walk Bitch, I'm not a rap god Only makes tracks that I snap on All my life been stepped on But not anymore I got red dots and head shots
