Gucci Mane - It's Alive lyrics

[Intro: Swizz Beatz] 1-2, 1-2, 1-2, burrr burrr This is special, GUCCCI Its Gucci, that’s what you mean huh..righht? right.. Ladies and gentleman, showtime [Hook: Swizz Beatz] My pocket on swole, my rims on chrome When I hit the club, everything goes Bottles in the air, put your lighters in the air But when I'm in here, I don’t really care Cuz I ride on em, I style on em I lean on em, yes, I flash on em Yeh I know, that’s the way you like it, huh, yeh That’s the way you love me, huh? It’s alive..it’s alive [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] It's alive, it's alive Rims cut the eyes I had to bring the b**h back like Frankenstein I push weight, but Gucci don't exercise I get extra from whippin up extra pies I’m in the hood like the mayor round election time It's a suggestion, don't park your car next to mine I’ma start when the light hit, I’m 'posed to shine Your flow is garbage, they let me out just in time They got a section, but none of the hoes are fine They need to exit, don't let the grind pa** you by I run laps around lames with my shoes untied I jump the line, walk in, and watch the crowd divide Still stuck outside, that's the ugly side Looked medusa in the eye and medusa died This is top secret sh**, cla**ified Don't blame me, Swizz was the mastermind Can't breathe, can't breathe, Toni Braxton time I got my chain moonwalkin, Michael Jackson time I keep on buying ice like I lost my mind This bloodline of mine is supposed to shine [Hook] [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Hurry up, hurry up Gucci on the news, they say he walked out the jail rockin stupid j**els They try and find out what it do, admit it, you confused Too much cash on me, hundreds fallin out me, true Big yellow wrists, bright as piss, b**h I’m the sh** Big Gucci called Swizz, let’s make a hit 2 things in this world I ain't ever seen Are you a foreigner n***a? I need to help me get me me Well if your stomach cannot tote it baby, let me breathe Cuz I don’t check if no babe or b**h chasin me Excuse my French, b**h I’m so Gucci, I so f**in gutter It don’t make no sense to switch for none these mother f**as [Hook] [Verse 3: Swizz Beatz] Somebody said my life is it I said nah dog, my wife is it Now I'm back, back on 'em like I never, never left Plus the boy right here, I'm fresh to d**h And the Black Card in my back pocket The Conaseg lookin' like a speeder rocket Yeah, I'm zoomin' on the highway And you should love me, I did it my way [Hook]