Still Alive

Okay, if you in a club

I advise you to put your drinks down, and head to the dance floor

Anywhere else will be uncivilized

If you're in a car, pull over

Put the hazards on and let the windows down

This is something the world needs to hear

Let's go

Yes I'm Brooklyn's best till I'm put to rest

I heard tales of *****s sendin' shells to cook my flesh

No jail, never stale homie look how fresh

I'm low key like them old G crooks out west

As far as poetry I'm Nas, Biggie, Jay, Mos Def

Rakim, Kool G Rap, Kane, KRS

Pac, Common and Kanye, could say I'm blessed

Peace to Ghost, Raekwon and Ron Artest

This is suppressed hunger, I'm obsessed with summer

I'm for what runners is gunnin' them younger boys will gun ya

But any ***** icing your own wifey will warn ya

There's no wonder, every fronter wanna be stunner

I spit thunder, I'll miss when I'm six feet under

Legit, I'm just tryin' shift G-Unit numbers

Even rich *****s slip in the slumber

sh!t happens but believe I'm back blastin a number

This is not a life that we in, this is hell

This is not a stoop that we on, it's a cell

Life is not a gift in the hood, it's a charge

Because I'm still alive, that makes me a God

This is not a life that we in, this is hell

This is not a stoop that we on, it's a cell

Life is not a gift in the hood, it's a charge

Because I made it out, well that makes me a God

Yes my flows elite, I know the streets

I'm the Cochise of the East Coast I blow on beats

I create in the coma state how I doze to sleep

I keep dozing but never doze six feet deep

I'm out for presidents to represent me(Say what?)

I haze up 'fore haters hopin' I gave up

It's either you stay tough or you copin' to cage cuff

From cold player to cold savor the hoes favor

Who's the most underrated, G Rap, AZ, or Jada?

***** savior, bark but sharp as a razor

With street smarts in a Jedi heart like Darth Vader

Harsh behavior, puffin a Garcia Vega

The god see the haters but the larceny is greater

Pardon the player, I'm crunk with some defeats

But somehow somebody somewhere don't want me to eat

I'm one with the streets, I'm wanted and I'm comin' for keeps

This is not a life that we in, this is hell

This is not a stoop that we on, it's a cell

Life is not a gift in the hood, it's a charge

Because I'm still alive, that makes me a God

This is not a life that we in, this is hell

This is not a stoop that we on, it's a cell

Life is not a gift in the hood, it's a charge

Because I made it out, well that makes me a God

And it's a must I live it, the trucks is kitted

Too many peoples in the penal so duck or visit

Show it off when I freestyle, who fkin' with it

A final song for song as long as the hustlers get it

As long the jewels on all is custom fitted

Diamond cut for cut the cluster ups the digits

Enough is enough you can trust I hush the critics

Buck for buck, yeah I'm buckwild I must admit it

The dough done did it, I'm Doley the flow is vivid

You know me, low key homie, only expose the snippet

So prolific, so sincere, so gifted

So melodic, y'all got it so twisted

Sent to do this, E-40 the rugers had a few Belugas

Brought it back to the sewers

True this no duets, no collabs, no regrets

You crabs, I'm just here tryin' cash some little checks

This is not a life that we in, this is hell

This is not a stoop that we on, it's a cell

Life is not a gift in the hood, it's a charge

Because I'm still alive, that makes me a God

This is not a life that we in, this is hell

This is not a stoop that we on, it's a cell

Life is not a gift in the hood, it's a charge

Because I made it out, well that makes me a God