I'm Alive

Sex, money, drugs, I'm alive Pussy got me feeling like everybody done tried That paper gon' be wifey, we married until I die It's nothing like a hit of a blunt to feel alive Sex, money, drugs, I'm alive Pussy got me feeling like everybody that tried That paper gon' be wifey, we married until I die It's nothing like a hit of a blunt to feel alive Pussy juice on my shaft, a bad motherfucker I can dig it for dead bodies or undercover I'm not telling you shit, you's a undercover You niggas snitching, dead bodies under cover Y'all fags wit, lethal weapons, Danny Glover This pipe silence the gas like a stock muffler Man, a eighth ain't no weight, y'all are not hustlers Don't make me put the beam to your eyes like Scott Summers I put a bunch of dots on your bread, that's not wonders But I wonder if you move, will you survive or will you slumber I'm minaj with a rubber and the bitches hate it They wanna rate it, get pregnant and dictate it We talking sex, get it anywhere, bed to pavement We talking money, get a gun and not a slave shift If we talking drugs, then bud is my favorite Mix it all up and I bet you feel amazing, nigga Sex, money, drugs, I'm alive Pussy got me feeling like everybody done tried That paper gon' be wifey, we married until I die It's nothing like a hit of a blunt to feel alive Sex, money, drugs, I'm alive Pussy got me feeling like everybody done tried That paper gon' be wifey, we married until I die It's nothing like a hit of a blunt to feel alive Presidential mug shots got me tripping lately Drunk sex don't mean I consent the baby In a class of my own, yellow bus slobbing crazy Busty yellow bone on her knees, that always yes me Oiler than I skate, you could call it Gretzky From the dirt elevated, you could call it veggies Enter a vegetable state, thinking I'm not crazy I'm always getting this cake, yeah, Ike done raised me Pistol whipping, whose diamonds dripping, I'm mopping up Custodial living, cleaning messes for a couple bucks Or with a couple bucks, does it matter, I don't give a f*ck And shout out to my niggas screaming, Billy up The irony of Millie having a milli-tuck Don't need to touch, cause the income is moving up Pretty soon the whole team gon' need armored trucks She wanna f*ck the paper chaser, marijuana blazing I'm involved with such I'ma call it sex, money, drugs, I'm alive Pussy got me feeling like everybody done tried That paper gon' be white, be remarried until I die It's nothing like a hit of a blunt to feel alive Sex, money, drugs, I'm alive Pussy got me feeling like everybody done tried That paper gon' be white, be remarried until I die It's nothing like a hit of a blunt to feel alive I'm alive, I'm alive, a blunt to feel alive Sex can be love, or the devil in disguise Money is the root, of all evil I advise And drugs keep my troubles grounding, while im in the sky South