I am, the type of **** that brang his pistol in the club

I am, the type of **** your baby daddy wish he was

I am, the type of **** that don’t know how to give a fuck

The type of **** that will tell the whole club, fuck the whole club

Fuck a state trooper, fuck a sheriff, fuck a sergeant and fuck a deputy

Man fuck the police, I'll be yelling that shit until it ain’t no more breath left in me

One deep for life until the casket closes, if I ain’t ready kick my casket open

Y’all heard what I said: I’m back from the dead; they killed me last night but I’m here this morning

These **** ain’t gon' hold me back

All these ****, yeah, they owe me stacks

Where the hell that **** li'l Sam Weathers?

Chop his ass down and leave em like that

I dare a ****-- air a ****, like what the fuck is backing down

I come down yo' block and unload this uzi, reload that bitch and come back around

I’m alive, I’m alive

The way they try to murder me is like a 9 to 5

But I’m alive, I’m alive

The reverend is a gangster, we got weapons in the choir

I’m alive, I’m alive

If we ever go to war you better hope you on my side

Run up if you want to, I’m gon' hit you with that iron

Now everybody can see what you have on your mind

Listen, these rappers said they got love for me but I’m knowin' they really hate me, though

They be like I’ma get Ro to do the hook but if I let him do a verse, he gon' take the show...

And that’s a no-no, he ain’t stealing my shine....

But how the fuck he 35 and he still in his prime?

I ain’t never been a YG-- I started off as a OG in this motherfucker

And I never heard "What’s your name?" 'cause everybody know me in this motherfucker

It ain’t just no rap-- I really be where the coke be in this motherfucker

Try to rob me, bitch, I’ma shoot your lights out; I’m Kobe in this motherfucker

I murder this microphone and put your pro tools in a chokehold

Styrofoam after styrofoam and I’m smokin' like a broke stove

Go hard on the mic so hard might accidentally give me a broke nose

I'm a Vicodin/cocaine/X-pill and your favorite rapper is a No-Doz

I’m alive, I’m alive

The way they try to murder me is like a 9 to 5

But I’m alive, I’m alive

The reverend is a gangster, we got weapons in the choir

I’m alive, I’m alive

If we ever go to war you better hope you on my side

Run up if you want to, I’m gonna hit you with that iron

Now everybody can see what you have on your min