Lyrics:
WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE
{Chorus}
7am and you’re by my side
We made it right through the night
You take me by the hand and look me in the eye
And tell
posted up at the bar, having a Mazel Tov
Bullet whizzed right by my ear, damn near shot it off
Thank God I'm alive, I gotta find Denaun
And where
posted up at the bar, having a Mazel Tov
Bullet whizzed right by my ear, damn near shot it off
Thank God I'm alive, I gotta find Denaun
And where
I spent my days grinding
Now I'm getting paid by them
I was raised by'em
I ain't never been fake bout'em
It ain't that hard to find me
I'm always
just me (real)
4. Solo by myself, when I come up now it’s we (how)
5. Alway held it down, so much pressure but ain’t crease (built)
6. Banking on my
was hired
The second shows you how to get there
He makes it easy he's plain and square
The third and fourth walking by your side
They are a gift
as its width
And he measured the city with his rod 12000 stadia
Its length and width and height are equal
He also measured its wall 144 cubits by human
suckas still hating the goal
Locked and loaded and know that we cannot slow
RattPack in full attack
No lies inside this rap
Logic bringing it back
Young
and doing it for the hell-of-it
Without a second thought, they’re not even being hesitant
Dear God I’m just asking for a revelation
The end times are near,
a reasonable doubt
Smoke chronic and hit it
Doggy style before i go out
Until they sign my death certificate
All eyez on me
I'm still at it, illmatic
Buffed, match up to me you going to get snuffed
You going to get stuffed like a thanksgiving turkey
Your ego is big enough for second servings
I checked its
me ima eat it up
After I do that damn ima beat it up
Nigga back in eighty seven think he duke dennis
Stay grabbing on my dick damn like its tennis
refused
Had a chick Uptown, one in Queens and one in Jersey
Sometimes all you need to get by, is a girlie
But yo I still wasn't happy
I seen a lot
your body in a split second
Put me on your song, it's a hit record
If I put you on, you a rich nigga
Yes, I told them, I told them I'm a born winner
Maybe cause of loose screws
Scratch all that, cause mama loved to pick the tool up
Now a marathon blew up
And it's by the hands of two nuts
When
I try but it doesn't seem to get away
Especially during night time Cause I just be awake
I be taking pills thru times, just so I can chill
Instead it
there
Hundred miles an hour
300 Go go
Looking up at the sun
Nothing else has been done
Yesterday's still the same
Play it now say my name
I can if I try
the hood where the tools are clapping bruh
Not a chance we have stood it's scandalous, pushed the brands we trust, pulled the straps to bust
Still
water, smoking on that sea weed
Go to the store because you know we both need
Weed in our system like 24/7
Ryans still smoking so give him a second
everybody ain't my dawg and they ain't getting saved
Bringing Milly back like I made seven figures two times
Keep them twenties with me you ain't get it that
had a weapon 21 years and it’s still a recession momma need a house no room in the section.bro gotta grind no room for depression block boys work from 7
invest in anything else and
That's that's left me cold
I'm still infected by whatever's left and
I don't even think you know
But I don't reject it cause
they cashing out its pennies, nickels, and dimes
I’m my only competition like it’s fucking solitaire
So even if you play your cards right I still won’t
right I still won't fucking care
Niggas stare, niggas peep, don't understand me when I speak
Cuz my first and second language is them fucking booking fees
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