Crooked I - Make It Out Alive lyrics

[Verse One] [Termanology]: I just hopped off another plane Another country, different money, lot of different names Lot of different places, lot of different dames Lot of people could have got lost in the rain Ah, lot of cars, lot of trains, lot of pa**port stamps, whole lot of games But I ain't going, let nobody take me down You need 100 rounds can't nothing stop me now I put a lot of rappers in boxed and funerals Treated them wild like a red headed step child I ain't scared of a soul, why am I scared of the crowd? Why am I scared of a hole? I ain't scared of the ground You came for me now, you heard my voice lord I hate to be on the devil's side when I'm your boy But I gotta live, I gotta survive I'm too hungry to cry, I gotta make it out alive [Hook]: b**h I'mma make it out alive I gotta make it out alive b**h I'mma make it out alive I gotta make it out alive [Verse Two] [Freddie Gibbs]: I just hopped off another b**h Another city on my tour another couple zips Smoked up and if you low, I get you motherf**ers sent Do it on the daily just to pay my motherf**ing rent I keep the Pyrex kitchen set, I'm a trap vet Coming out the G it's a blessing to get a rap check I was out here flowing just knowing that I might never make it Even got my foot in the do' but still I was underrated Unappreciated, under paid, under dog Now that I'm the king of the underground, I don't f** with y'all And way before I got on the chopper, was busting off On every song every show screaming out "f** the law" Tell me, is you pub wit' n***as that be busting out in public Middle of the day, I'm on some thug sh** And if I die prematurely, don't let my k**er see the jury Chop them n***as up for me, they'll never make it out alive [Hook]: b**h I'mma make it out alive I gotta make it out alive b**h I'mma make it out alive I gotta make it out alive [Verse Three] [Crooked I]: Gun under the pillow, illegal money buried under the willow Tree in the backyard, tax fraud Ain't tryina act hard, just keep it 100 for real though Mama never had a black card, and I ain't trying to play the black card Cause poverty knows no discrimination Within this nation, I'm my own president main, this my administration I'm creating the laws when it comes to Benjamin chasing Oh, lack of money it had him trapping trafficking And had him come through traffic, Cadillac and doubt that that would happen battle rapping That was my excuse, the streets was a noose The more I hang, the more I hang And I couldn't breathe without emceeing See, I was shady and slim So I'm guess that's what Em see in Me And I gotta make it out alive yo Yeah, I gotta make it out alive, dawg [Hook]: b**h I'mma make it out alive I gotta make it out alive b**h I'mma make it out alive I gotta make it out alive