I am, the type of n***a that brang' his pistol in the club
I am, the type of n***a your baby daddy wish he was
I am, the type of n***a that don’t know how to give a f**
The type of n***a that will tell the whole club, f** the whole club
f** a state trooper, f** a sheriff, f** a sergeant and f** a deputy
Man f** the police, I'll be yelling that sh**
Till it ain’t no more breath left in me
One deep for life until the casket closes
If I ain’t ready kick my casket open
Y’all heard what I said, I’m back from the dead
They k**ed me last night, but I’m here this morning
These n***as ain’t gonn hold me back
Oh yea these n***as they hold me stacks
Hear that n***a the same weather
Chop his a** down and leave em like that
I’m that n***a, ad n***a, like what the f** is backing down
I come down yo' block and unload this uzi, reload that b**h and come back around
I’m alive, I’m alive
The way they try to murder me is like a 9 to 5
But I’m alive, I’m alive
The reverend is a gangster, we got weapons in our choir
I’m alive, I’m alive
If we ever go to war you better hope you on my side
Run up if you want to, I’m gon' hit you with that iron
Now everybody can see what you have on your mind
Listen, these rappers said they got love for me
But I’m knowing they really hate me though
They be like I’ma get Ro to do the hook
But if I let him do a verse, he gonna take the show
And that’s a no no, he ain’t stealing my shine
But how the f** he 35 and he still in his prime
I ain’t never been a yg, I started off as a OG in this motherf**er
And I never heard what’s your name
Cause everybody know me in this motherf**er
It ain’t just no rap, I really be where the coke be
In this motherf**er
Try to rob me, b**h I’ma shoot your lights out
I’m Kobe in this motherf**er
I murder this microphone and put your pro tools in a chokehold
Styrofoam after styrophone, and I’m smokin' like a broke stone
Go hard on the mic so hard might accidentally give me a broke nose
On the mic, I'm a c**aine x pill and your favorite rapper is a no dose
I’m alive, I’m alive
The way they try to murder me is like a 9 to 5
But I’m alive, I’m alive
The reverend is a gangster, we got weapons in them choir
I’m alive, I’m alive
If we ever go to war you better hope you on my side
Run up if you want to, I’m gonna hit you with that iron
Now everybody can see what you have on your mind