Look Alive (Remix)

I'm out of my mind All my doctors advise me to take meds Or ya'll gunna die A slow painful death until ya face red You won't look alive I don't give a motherfuck what drake said Tell joyner let's ride If they wanna survive they better play dead This for ones that said I wouldn't make it All the shitty rappers God created I won't stop until they rot in hades I will sell my soul or even sign with satan We are not the same I'm deep inside the matrix Thoughts of hatred got me talking crazy Plotting all my ways of domination As my heart is racing you cannot escape it This is bottled anger, lots of danger Jeffrey Dahmer with a lama banging It's a combination of Saddam Hussein N then Osama Bin Laden bombing nations I am 9/11 on a constant basis Stephen Paddock letting off in vegas Donald trump, Bush and Ronald Reagan At the conference table having conversations I'll send a motherfucks into limp mode Double time shit with the tempo Tryna go hard as meek's intro Study rhyme schemes then I do the shit tenfold, aye Upping ya standards you betta come wit the stamina I got killas that consider me a kinfolk Dumping da hammer gotta secure the parameter Bought a fully automatic with extendo's Yeah I'ma strive to be top ten Big pac nas em 3 stacks jay lauryn hill rakim Maybe keep it underground show em I don't fuck around Put it down like rittz or a hopsin Ghost write for the goats, cyhi, king los Lil Wayne, Nickel 9 or a locksmith Young kells on his rock shit, Krit said I got this Spit it like a mixtape Logic Drop hits, fuck all that pop shit I'ma do a show at U.N.O. n start a mosh pit Never been cautious, never had options Started from the bottom coming straight up out the projects Work til I'm nauseous, BuRRRge shit is toxic Fighting my sleep until I get knocked unconscious Or I'm in a coffin, no time for nonsense Gotta make a dollar and give it all to my daughters, regardless Tell them mothafuckas that want it to come n get it I can get it poppin before dey can pop a clip in Bitch I been a shooter get shot up like scottie pippen I can pick apart ya body then drop it in the Pacific I'm the one they try to mimic n copy what I be penning Tryna get a piece of the pie out of my percentage I ain't bout to try to diss em I'm dying behind the business I'ma show up at they spot wit the hittas I'm bout to kill em, lil bitch 228 until I die, we go live, we go live It's another suicide, oh my God, oh my God They said they was bout it bout it but they lied, yeah they lied I ain't got the fucking time, on my life, on my, wait You gotta be kidding me though, huh Wit all of those hideous clothes The syrup sippin' ya'll promote This fucking industry's a hoax I'm tired of the glitter and gold The boujee women all the strippers n hoes I wanna get back to the lyrics the passionate spirit That bullshit has been exposed Tell my family that I love em But I don't do all this rapping shit for nothing I've had enough wit you rappers that mumble You faggots are fucked if I catch you in public I'm bout to scratch the numbers off my gun N go back to the slums I'ma black out the cutlass Then wait til you live n its national coverage To lay you down in front of half the country, like That's disturbing, aint a rapper worthy This is rap n fury wit some rapid flurries Don't know what to call it, I don't have the wording But you at my mercy, mom and daddy worried This is not a joke I tote the mac for bernie Ima grab it firmly n I blast it surely Bout to blow yo ass to fucking albuquerque Then I'll use ya head to practice taxidermy, like ay That's honestly, kill em all andale, it's bombs away All of ya'll rappers in dresses probably wear lingerie Got a large array, fuck is a holiday, I took the hardaway They don't really want no smoke so they hide in the house, they ain't going outside today Pull up, they don't wanna try me I'm liable to start a riot Who am I? I'm the one where the root of the problem lies I don't lie, I just say what the fuck has been on my mind They don't like, tell em go get a ticket n fall in line La di da I'm a product that's caught up in all the crime On the mic I'm a spark up a fire get traumatized On my life, I'ma die for this shit when it's drama time Swear to God, boy you don't want a problem it's homicide, playboy 228 until I die, we go live we go live It's another suicide, oh my God, oh my God They said they was bout it bout it but they lied, yeah they lied They aint worth a fucking life, let em die, wait This for ones that said I wouldn't make it All the shitty rappers God created I won't stop until they rot in hades I will sell my soul or even sign with satan We are not the same I'm deep inside the matrix Thoughts of hatred got me talking crazy Plotting all my ways of domination As my heart is racing you cannot escape it This the sharpest razor, a dog with rabies The darkest part of brenda's got a baby Yo mama crying and yo father praying While I'm playing 1980's iron maiden I am shady dropping hits intoxicated Dre on chronic when he's operating Bout to cut you open n you not sedated Motherfuck em all, I ain't tryna save em, it's BuRRRge, bitch Yeah, Cryptic Rhythm, Bay Way or no way bitch What the fuck more do I need to say Better Look Alive boy