I'm Alive

[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 niggas say he's dope, all the bitches 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 niggas, 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 niggas that played me, no BDS Should've freed the rest, you see this tech you seeing death [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 niggas see why I rhyme Bitch, 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 niggas surprised? Niggas, death is yours, I'm still alive, niggas [Verse 2: Young Chris] I ain't dead, death taking a toll on momma Tired of y'all niggas, sick of these hoes with the drama The ones that did make it stand in front of your honor Try to assassinate 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 cock and crack rock and mad pot Young bitches party sucking dick while taking back shots Fucking all the whores 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 Fuck cops, they wild here, you couldn't walk a mile here Death to all posers, the realest come to exposure Let's bring closing to these niggas, the takeover, D1 [Hook] [Verse 3: Young Chris] More clips to share, know you niggas ain't fair The desert eagles come in pairs, we catch them anywhere Everybody get air, take all them niggas over there We focus on the road, ain't worried about the rare We don't fuck with the stare, we worry about the chair Ain't worried about you police hating on a nigga We worry about the codis breaking on a nigga From sun up to sun down, we known to tote that gun'round Smarter niggas walk up leaving niggas don't found Dig a whole, we let it roll, hear that drum sound Tell our fathers to try and run down [Hook]