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Skeme

Alive

 

Alive

(album: Alive & Living - 2012)


[Intro Skeme:]
Time to really live on this shit
No existing
Breathe on these niggas really quick
You ain't living you don't exist

[Verse Skeme:]
If I could talk to the Lord
I'd tell him thank you for his favor
And beg forgiveness for what's in store for these haters
See we made like the mobsters
Pussies plotting to rob us
Spent the show check on choppers
That sing like Sinatra at the Opera
A real nigga till my casket close
Haters mad but hoes love me for these raspy flows
Who keeping peace I'm from where teens keep a piece at
Money over all bullshit I preach that
And I'm trapping too just peep the way I'm snapping foo
Oh Lord think these niggas here went overboard
Scales weighing right I'm keeping dollar signs over whores
Yeah, it's really ignant but it's killing isn't it
Ask bitches killing pussy till it's losing pigment
No emotions when it's rolling blood it's purely business
Losing racks inside a strip club, sign of my sickness
No bare witness to the fucking Gods
I'm out the hood rich as a bitch and feel like fuck the odds
I'm off my rocker and what I'm totin'll knock ya
Smoking just staying focused screaming live long and prosper
It's respect, money and power
I make money off of powder
Swim in riches now my hater's face look like they swallowed something sour
Need my payment in every hour and every minute
Cause there are no limits like me and P. Willis
Just running up in this like young chucks what the fuck?
Fuck is up? Niggas must have been sniffing that dust
Nigga please that's my response when you say you could fuck with' us ugh
They holling duke what the lick read?
The Tiger that killed Roy and now I got my eyes on Sigfried
Money race, I'm in a big league
Nigga you couldn't catch up to me on a Six Speed
I'm OD'd just like a 4th quarter Kobe
Or KD or fuck you to them niggas tryna hate me
Bet you they don't fade me, I'm brazy don't play me
Nigga I been here since I was Million Dollar Baby
And you should holla if you follow how to get it
Young niggas we alive and living yeah

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