It's Alive!

(For real, let shmoney cook) And it's alive bitch, like why the f*ck would I stay fine Screws in my brain like I'm motherfuckin' Frank Stein Alive bitch, then how the f*ck could I dope flow Electricity jolts up in my own dome Alive bitch, I know my motherfuckin' brain's fried Pulled up on both of my bitches right at the same time Alive bitch, even I'm dead But I'm a dead man walkin' Missin' his head The headless horseman Relentless forces Malevolent hoes that was dense and gorgeous It's alive bitch, and the suspense enormous I got you goons waitin' for some Benz and Porsches It's alive bitch, is what they said to my mama When I slithered out the womb straight up wearin' designer And I'm alive bitch, I feel like I'm a test dummy Scott Skies keep on pushin' needles in my chest buddy Hi bitch, I know you walkin' in my dreams I know that you a succubus, I'm done with this disease I said die bitch, and get the f*ck up out my brain Cemented in my ways, I don't think that you can change And that's a lie bitch, cause if you had the same procedure That I had done, then you wouldn't leave either You'd just be chillin' in your happy place With a theme song playin' like it's happy days And I'm alive bitch, more alive than I ever been Strapped in a chair while they figure out my medicine Alive bitch, I'm the abomination Mr. Needs more meds than the common patient It's alive bitch, I'm feelin' like we had a breakthrough Me and myself, cause I'm just always tryin' to stay true Tryin' to cook an album, make a couple great moves Tryin' to be the one that these people can relate to Alive bitch, or you can die in a second I can be the flow killer, most violent of weapons And I cannot control the shorty while she wildin' and steppin' But this is hood booger business, I do not need no leverage These hood boogers, they some weapons in they own way I brought this bitch up to the fight and she go crazy You gettin' pieced up, by my whole lady She look like Hulk Hogan, way back in the old days She straight up throwin' motherfuckers in the backyard And now I get why these hood boogers act hard Stupid motherfuckers like to think that they slick At least my hood boogers, she ain't throwin' no bricks, uh-huh This ain't the type of shorty bring to Texas Roadhouse You barely even wanna bring a pack to your own house You need to find another way, you need you a motel Pack of condoms and a bottle of Propel to hydrate And you should know that I'm alive, babe Drunk up off your love, I can barely even drive straight And I can barely even see the road ahead of me Eyes wide open while I'm searchin' for a better me Could I find a new way, move up onto better things Just keep talkin', I'ma let my lil' Beretta eat Alive, bitch, and I don't think I need a hook in it Straight up, out here in the stew, I've been cookin' shit Laid up with your main boo, you a rookie kid I know they was sleepin' on me, shmoney overlooked again Alive, bitch, I know they ain't bout me I let them rest good, motherfucker, just count sheep, pussy