DEAD OR ALIVE lyrics

[Verse 1: SXMPRA]
I am the one
I am that mothaf*cka, when I’m spittin', I do it for fun
I don't want funds
f*ck all the drugs
Pussies be running away from they problems I face to the front
b*tch, I never miss
Try not to f*ck with the clique
Tasting the blood on my lips when I spit
I’m out here schemin'
Feel like a demon
Grippin' the blade in my fist
I don’t really wanna put a slit in my wrist
But think if I did
The mothaf*ckas jump on my sh*t
They f*ckin' with it
I think I’d be next big thing
I'ma give 'em a twist
Underground warrior
Stuck in dysphoria
Stallin' my hope for the
Future
I shoot for the stars
And my bullet go far
But I can’t seem to follow
The hollow, tomorrow I wallow in sorrow
I can’t seem to swallow
The fact that I might just be rotten
I might just like what I’ve gotten
I like this knife in my pocket
f*ckin' with me and you in the coffin
Ayy
pus*y mothaf*ckas wanna make it to fame
They f*ckin' with lames
I never wanna be the one to do the same thangs
As the fakes so
Evade the games
It’s Schema the Posse to the grave
Eliminate
Every mothaf*cka f*ckin' with the posse
Takin' pot shots
With a sawed off
Ain’t goddamn shots be connecting with the body I'ma be the one to rock it 'til I’m poppin', I'ma never stop
[Verse 2: SINIZTER]
Jump off the porch, I'm goin' head first
Grip on the steel, I'm dumpin' head first
Boutta to "Eat You Alive" just like I’m Fred Durst
Vampire like Cullen, I got the bloodthirst
Flow is telekinetic, call me Professor X
Chasin’ the bag, you know I need the check
When I whip out the choppa, you betta hit the deck
Think I'm losin' my mind, I go Virginia Tech

[Refrain: SINIZTER]
I'm losin' faith lately
But they can’t break me
I'm stressin' out daily
Homicide maybe

[Verse 3: SINIZTER]
Always told, "Real recognize real"
Guess that mean all y’all fake
Always told, "Real recognize real"
Guess that mean all y’all fake
Yeah, b*tch, you do this for clout and I got the passion
I be makin' a statement, not talkin' fashion
Live and die by the creed, b*tch, I'm assassin
I keep a pump in the trunk if you want the action
Post-traumatic disorder, I have a flashback
And if catch you it’s on, and you gettin’ b*tch slapped
Know you know that I’m petty, I gotta clap back
Six feet in the grave and you take a dirt nap
[Refrain: SINIZTER]
I’m losin’ faith lately
But they can’t break me
I’m stressin’ out daily
Homicide maybe
I’m losin’ faith lately
But they can’t break me
I’m stressin’ out daily
Homicide maybe