Look Alive (Remix)

All you a lie

*****, I ain't ever been a "yes" man

All you gonna die, you can get murdered on webcam

I don't get tired; sweat through a headband

You might look alive, that's 'cause you don't really know you a dead man

This is God's plan, someone stop me

I've been sent here from Illuminati

Evil scriptures written on my body

Me and Satan pull up in a red Ferrari

Don't be tryin' to put your ****in' arm around me

44 shots traumatizin' from the .45, hit 44 more

Carbon copies say you ********s

That's for e'rybody

Mama, Poppy

Sister, Brother, Cousin, Uncle, Auntie

This is not Versace, this is hot hibachi

This is Hiroshima, this is Nagasaki

I'm Mahatma Gandhi, a ****in' humanoid Anunnaki

With plenty hammers when I'm ridin' shotty

Better use your manners when you talk about me

Ain't too hard to find me

I've been killin' *****s, still ain't nothin' left though

Joyner Lucas sicker than a strep throat

Spanish ***** that wanna give me besos

They must've forgot I was next up

Speed out your crib right after I clean out your **** and then put All of your ****in' money in a escrow

**** what you sayin', I'm not the one that you play with

I think they really mistaken, I wasn't next up?

You thought wrong and you all gone, all done

I just might bring back Don Juan, I just might bring back Sean John

Tell P Diddy that I'm on one

I'ma beat it down with a Du-Rag

***** ate out, that's a PopCon

If I don't **** with you, that's too bad (God damn)

Ho, you played out like the thong song

Ain't no bygones bein' bygones

I should murder *****s when I buy guns

Ho, you get stretched like Nylon

This is my band, I'm Dylon

All I wanna do is just drop bombs

On you cheerleadin' *****s with the pom-poms

My Jamaica ***** got socks on

Every time I hit it she be like, "wagwan"

Peter Piper picked a pepper, and I picked the pressure

Pick a fight, I pick a side, I put you on a stretcher

Peter Piper picked up a nine, I put it together

Started poppin' at the people, they 'bout to meet the Beretta

Better meet the metal, I'ma need a Fujita to measure

Put you deeper than what's deeper the sea or the desert

I've been schemin' while I'm creepin', like fifty feet to the Jetta

*****s speed and hit the pedal, I put my feet in the metal

God damn!

508 all on my side, they gon' ride, they gon' ride

*****, this a homicide, oh my god, oh my god

I said I was gon' retire, ***** I lied, ***** I lied

I ain't got no ****in' job, this my life, this my, wait—

All of y'all wishy and washy

All y'all my kids in a car seat

I take my dime to hibachi, we do 69 like Tekashi

Lyin' in the sand, too much time in your hands

I think I need to find you a hobby

God got a plan, hope that God hold your hand

I think I'm 'bout to catch me a body!

Tell all my teachers that I said I'm back on my G ****

And I'm comin' back to get even

I went on tour and got paid, now I'm back in the region

I let off this mac for no reason

You are now witnessin' greatness

I'm practically preachin' and this is the passion of Jesus

And all you basic mother****as are lackin' achievement

And I've just been laughin' and geekin'

Back to business, I got mad intentions

I ain't perfect, I done made some bad decisions

But it's competition, I'm a savage winnin'

You can have the digits, I'm a mathematician

I don't see you *****s, I've been lackin' vision

You've been actin' different, I've been actin' distant

I'ma do some **** to bring me mad attention

You gon' do some **** that send me back to prison, whoa!

This is uncomfortable, you just keep puttin' your feet in a fire

I think my gun got a crush on you, boy

You 'bout to meet your secret admirer

How you do **** you don't wanna do?

I do that **** just to keep me inspired

I used to hit it and leave when I wanted to

Now I hit it and be sleepin' aside her, woo

Roll up on 'em when I pull up on 'em

Put that mother****in' smoke up on 'em with that holy water

Joyner Lucas, I'm a holy mona leader motor runnin'

Man, too many *****s know about it, but I thought about it

Prayed about it to the Lord about it in the mornin', but I gotta show 'em what it's all about and I'ma call 'em out

I ain't that ***** you could talk about, you better calm it down

Don't be tryna give me the runaround, I'ma shut 'em down god damn, wait

508 all on my side, they gon' ride, they gon' ride

***** this a homicide, oh my god, oh my god

I said I was gon' retire, ***** I lied, ***** I lied

I ain't got no ****in' job, this my life, this my

This is God's plan, someone stop me

I was sent here from Illuminati

Evil scriptures written on my body

Me and Satan pull up in a red Buggati

Don't be tryna put your ****in' arm around me

Bring the drama, it ain't hard to find me

This a lucid dream, this a out-of-body

UFO flyin' while I'm ridin' shotty

I'm a ninja, pull up on a Kawasaki

187 on the cops behind me

This is Hiroshima, this is Nagasaki

I'm Mahatma Gandhi in a Maserati, god damn

Now call me Papi

Plenty hammers when I'm ridin' shotty

Better use your manners when you talk about me

It ain't hard to find me, mother****er

My name Joyner