B*tch Dont Kill My Vibe (Remix)

[Intro] This, D.O.P.E till my death, nobody else but my set Demeanor of Pure Essense Who got the torch beware, Im coming after that there Nobody stopping my drive like, LeBron in my lyrics I just hope the threats is real clear, I'm here ain't going nowhere This life I put in this mic, damn right I'm living this shit [Verse 1: Alpha Mason] Wake and Bake, I'm slaving in green call me Kunta This feeling is real Living my life through a wrap, and this rapper feins burners These raps influences by thick wraps, it's homonymous torture Riding around with this fat pack, could've thought and sworn I was norbit Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop Pop on that nigga Him and whoever cosigning that nigga Enter the coup and it feel like a game But it ain't no game when I'm gripping this trigga Last of a breed with artistry authentic is us Feeling superb of my hunting skills the way I'm after these bucks Never leave your chick by me Me or the crew We take your bitch for a joyride with her dogging tongue out the coup I ain't gotta lie it's the truth, your bitch love the vibe we produce Keep my cups high, alongside, with your chicks thighs is the move uh Push up on niggas like swing sets After all crews necks, and honor deaths straight through a crew neck Which crew next? Feeling like "kill a crew roulette" This souvenir of herbs got me feening for crews deaths We kill niggas, trademark and bogart the field nigga Like nights skys, we all stars a part a squad that's by far leaders of all stars Y'all niggas depart And that's dope [Bridge] This Dope like fresh off the boat Chronic lines, fresh out the throat. Niggas that's dope Remember it, save the intelligence, not just an utterance, this is a preference feeling of heaven sent, verbal addiction Poolside with these vodka shots and these lean cups Contradicting with "Mary Jane" ol' fine ass in this muscle blunt You remind me of an Arab Terrorist, cause you killing my high Please I beg you don't fuck up my vibe [Verse 2] Im sliding on the beat like a playground on it This that flow that a waterfall cloning You can't get a blue scene off my Ora, gel that curly hair and cease the moment Cease how a nigga got dreams, just not 3's I pack trees, a logger couldn't log in my entries A lumberjack that rap, jack the fast life, and reach scenes of the sacrifice to lumber dreams But it won't come if I'm palmed, Im trynna deprive myself of strollers and shit Die with Faith in me like I confiscated Biggies heart Or stay with Faith like I'm Chris offspring Got bars more piercing than a tattoo parlor Notepad got so much flame you'd thought I was arsonist Falling for my raps, like a Christmas party Queens nigga, fucking with a BX shawty Visualize aspects in I like you perfect Visualize aspects in I, like optometrist Visualize aspects aye, you can't quit Or visualize aspects of me and this middle thing I'm hardly a Hardey but I make shit flip You couldn't get a penny if Janet my trick Not to toot my own horn but I'll blow this bitch A nigga get more butts than an astray with clips And I don't sell bud but G's all I equip Got bitches hooked to me as if they boxing for sense that I equip in lyrics this a beautiful bliss I just pray that this beauty don't have me missing on cents I'm holding on Grasp tighter than molasses in the palm of the hands of a Koala Besides the fact the torch in my grip like a Mac 10 I'll never Kirk Bang my vison that I'm asking for [Outro] Tell em, Alpha is my name You know what I'm after, that fame Same Day 1 niggas I won't change It's no game, I dream for lights covered in my name Came from piss in the elevator to being a levitator Levitating to my dream [x's 2]