Look Alive (feat. Deadstock DP & Wantmoren8)

Look alive, I'm comin' down, Broadway chasin' a hunnid I just had to sacrifice, now it come in abundance Them niggas used to get it fast, now they finished with nothin When it's all said and done, I'ma finish above em Make bread or fake dead and quit livin' a lie Once I got out my own way, I start livin' a lot All these bitches in my face, tryna get that one spot But I just want a lil' face before I hit that one spot Worldwide, I'm with the guys, bout' to take it there I'm tryna get us to the burbs, my nigga taste the air Lil D's, stay fresh, that nigga N8 a player And when you add me to that mix, we ain't playin' fair Cooler than I need to be, I'm the son of Nita B Don't cross me like a Jesus piece, got stripes just like Adidas sneaks I'm way too grown for that shit, girl, I don't need to sneak My only time is FaceTime, so can I get a peek One for the money, two for the load Three, if you with it, tell me who you do it for I said one for the money, two for the load Three, if you with it, tell me who you do it for Look alive, halfway through a five-hour drive Name is your word, can't be lyin', tryna lead the pride Once we locked in, we locked in, never leave your side First nigga try, we goin' live and it won't be on live Sometime the love will make you go blind, you gotta see the signs Hold it down, get up on that mound, gotta read the signs Supposed to be a future, now she wishin' that she could rewind Don't stand a chance in hell, but I wish you well We come from goin' in and then splittin' cells Flippin' heads and tails in the wishin' wells After that, we tipped the scale, cabernet, no Zifindale She like, you ain't shit for real, but you is the shit for real One for the money, two for the load Three, if you with it, tell me who you do it for I said one for the money, two for the load Three, if you with it, tell me who you do it for Ayy, look alive, I'm comin' down Sonoma doin' a hunnid I see skittles bustin' down, hat tricks on the corner Click your heels three times, I pop up if it's money Tongue out, she lookin' at me, bitches know how I'm comin I'm made for it, these days, I prayed for them I stay touring, lil' nigga want em, I'm State Farm On Ashby with the only right that we bear arms Open this shit up, you could tell that it's airborne Everybody really can't live like us It's paper cuts, trash bags and airports all month It's hollow walls, handguns, and transactions by lunch It all come with a rush, that's what make it a plus One for the money, two for the load Three, if you with it, tell me who you do it for I said one for the money, two for the load Three, if you with it, tell me who you do it for