Still Alive (feat. Austin Keough & Arie Keough)

Thoughts turn to dreams turn to gold When you feel it in your soul And you never sold But you could've though You damn near should though You not that good bro That good bro That good bro That good bro That good bro That good bro That good bro I never dream of paradise Ever since my homies died Living like we back in time Staring out the other side Laughing like they still alive That good bro That good bro That good bro That good bro That good bro That good bro These thoughts is getting harder to know and they hard to control God's Son, no carpenter though Hate when my cartridge gets low Faded my fro like that '98 Kobe Purple and gold Still need that pay though Shook that shit off me, tightened my strings up Who gon' feed us? Black screens begging to free us Fight for fetus, say it's for Jesus? Jesus pieces and Neiman's what I needed call it conceited blood on the cement No time for highs Hoping for a shift in tide Staring out the other side And I'm laughing 'cause I'm still alive That good bro That good bro That good bro That good bro That good bro I'm laughing 'cause I'm still alive