Young Chris - I'm Alive lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Chris] This brand new machine Now it's time to turn these nightmares into dreams You can watch me on the screen Watch me on the screen, got that product for the fiends All the n***as say he's dope, all the b**hes make 'em scream Shoot official, got that pistol for the distance got my beam For the dirty stickup kids, put 'em in his wig, you make a scene Home of the birdies, will you get 'em for the team? We gets dirty, but our VVS is clean They say that boy frequent fly without the wings Stupid n***as, y'all remind me of Mr. Bean These others rappers ain't good as they make 'em seem Type to get cut, never picked, don't make the team Here's to all the n***as that played me, no BDS Should've freed the rest, you see this tech you seeing d**h [Hook: Young Chris] I'm alive, taking my time, one day at a time Where you live by, you die by the spray of the nine You can hate on the player, can't hate on the grind Through time, you n***as see why I rhyme b**h, I'm alive, better than ever, told 'em never say never This return of the hustler, they never could dead us, I'm alive Like I never could die, what you n***as surprised? n***as, d**h is yours, I'm still alive, n***as [Verse 2: Young Chris] I ain't dead, d**h taking a toll on momma Tired of y'all n***as, sick of these hoes with the drama The ones that did make it stand in front of your honor Try to a**a**inate my character, young Obama Marijuana, sweet aromatics for the ganja My 38 in navigation, it ain't hard to find you Back on that back block with gas co*k and crack rock and mad pot Young b**hes party s**ing dick while taking back shots f**ing all the who*es and in they slot, hit the jackpot Once the door close, ain't no open, put the padlock No clowns allowed here, hit 'em while the crowd there f** cops, they wild here, you couldn't walk a mile here d**h to all posers, the realest come to exposure Let's bring closing to these n***as, the takeover, D1 [Hook] [Verse 3: Young Chris] More clips to share, know you n***as ain't fair The desert eagles come in pairs, we catch them anywhere Everybody get air, take all them n***as over there We focus on the road, ain't worried about the rare We don't f** with the stare, we worry about the chair Ain't worried about you police hating on a n***a We worry about the codis breaking on a n***a From sun up to sun down, we known to tote that gun'round Smarter n***as walk up leaving n***as don't found Dig a whole, we let it roll, hear that drum sound Tell our fathers to try and run down [Hook]