I'm Not Dead
I'm Not Dead
I'm Not Dead
Got the colts like I'm Luck
Who the fuck wanna die?
I'm gettin' pulled over
Bring a dutch and a bribe
This cop's sniffing me like there's lust in his eyes
I'm about lose my shit and kick his nuts through his thighs
He's down on the ground and I'm stealing a cop car
Damn it feels good to be a motherfuckin' rockstar
Climbing in the jungle 'cause I'm high on a tree
Ali Bomaye that's Muhammad Ali
I ride for my brothers and my brothers ride for me
So basically our click is like some old Nelly
I got the power, you a pussy so I'm feeling like I'm Belly
Slapped your bitch's ass it was feeling like some jelly
That's fake silicone and it's something like a valley
I got shooters out in Jersey, and Michael out in Cali
With black gloves on every time that he's around me
Ready for that war when the predators surround me
Angels watching over me and they would never leave
Construction in my blood so I'm made from concrete
Be anything you wish, but you fuckers not me
Nah, no, you fuckers not me
I'm not dead
Cause I'm still around
Middle fingers to the ones that would count me out
I'm about to reach the top that's without a doubt
Middle fingers to the ones that would count me out
I'm not sick, I'm just sick in the head
Middle fingers to the ones that would wish that I'm dead
If you ever doubted me, that's some shit you'll regret
My automatic's so enraged and it's pissed at your head
I'm not dead
Cause I'm still around
Middle fingers to the ones that would count me out
I'm about to reach the top that's without a doubt
Middle fingers to the ones that would count me out
I'm dealing with shit that has got me upset
I'm done with your problems, I'm done with your shit
I was gonna say something but now I forget
I stepped in a puddle and now I'm all wet
They called me a reject, they called me a fool
I wore my hat crooked I thought I was cool
I looked like an asshole, I looked like a tool
You jerk off Barbie and listen to Muse
On so much weed brownies I'm lit like a fuse
Where the fuck's this song going? I'm fucking confused
Here I go, here I go, here I go, Aye
Like Sandy Hook beaches I'm drifting away
I'm not dead
Cause I'm still around
Middle fingers to the ones that would count me out
I'm about to reach the top that's without a doubt
Middle fingers to the ones that would count me out
I'm not sick, I'm just sick in the head
Middle fingers to the ones that would wish that I'm dead
If you ever doubted me, that's some shit you'll regret
My automatic's so enraged and it's pissed at your head
I'm not dead
Cause I'm still around
Middle fingers to the ones that would count me out
I'm about to reach the top that's without a doubt
Middle fingers to the ones that would count me out
It's Downtown, what's your handicap?
You should wear a fanny pack
Fuck boy tranny rap
I bet that you can't stand me rap
I'll hit you with the handy slap
I'm tryna get that grammy stack
You tryna get your granny's snatch
I said I'm fucking malicious
That's just from running my business
Ain't no son of the senate
Just the son of the men that
Fuckin' cut it and shred it
I'm cutting out of detention
You're getting caught in remembrance
Without a fucking percentage of what I strut at the entrance
So don't be coming at me sideways like you're T.I.'s hat
I'll be marching with my Joes and my GI gats, blah
I'm not dead
Cause I'm still around
Middle fingers to the ones that would count me out
I'm about to reach the top that's without a doubt
Middle fingers to the ones that would count me out
I'm not sick, I'm just sick in the head
Middle fingers to the ones that would wish that I'm dead
If you ever doubted me, that's some shit you'll regret
My automatic's so enraged and it's pissed at your head
I'm not dead
Cause I'm still around
Middle fingers to the ones that would count me out
I'm about to reach the top that's without a doubt
Middle fingers to the ones that would count me out
I'm Not Dead
I'm Not Dead
I'm Not Dead
I'm Not Dead
