ALIVE lyrics

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
This that new Season 10
This that f*ck her best friend
This that pull up, blow, where they thinkin' they hidin'? Let fire up out the Gen
This that n*ggas been stealin' the swag, they know damn well they ain't invent
This that n*ggas ain't rich, they broke, tryna come around just to get a lend
Okay, these n*ggas in trouble, it's f*ck 'em, I'm finna expose 'em, they too undercover
This for my mama, my daughter, my mistress, I clean up her dinner, upgradin' her suckin'
These n*ggas suckers, they with it, we pull up in Bentleys and beat the f*ck out 'em in public
Had to go crazy just for them to say that they hear me?
Now, b*tch, I been feelin' discovered
Hold on, I came back from the dead now, b*tch, I feel alive
n*ggas be poppin' that sh*t, it's a lie
How you rich and your bread ain't corporated?
Spinnin' this sh*t, I'm a villain, I sh*t on these n*ggas, they thought I was constipated
Laboratory, they done try to get in and lil' shawty link up, my infatuated
b*tch, I, I'm liver than all of these n*ggas
I'll put the b*tch in a blicker, them youngins gon' load up and get 'em, they catch em and stretch 'em
.223, it ain't missin' a beat, we gon' pray up to Heaven and step in 11s
I drive the Maybach like a Jeep, I been movin' discrete
Every swing that I throw they try catch it
Every time that I step on the scene, I just want 'em to test me, they know that I been livin' reckless
I'm lovin' myself, I been havin' a fetish
I'm ready to eat, I been countin' up lettuce
Oh, I got them hitters, they ready to go
That ain't a model, I bought her a bottle and f*cked on her bottom until she was sore
I'm on the slabs jumpin' out of a 'Cat
On a Z like a Zoe in Givenchy Peacoat
I am the realest, the illest, the richest, I know that they knowin', I know that they know
n*gga, oh (Ah)
Make a bad b*tch come carry my load
Come in the circle, they feelin' alive
Man, these n*ggas too under disguise
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
f*ck it, let's run it, I let go my pride
I go to war about my kids, my child
These n*ggas better just stay up inside
[Chorus: DJ Swamp Izzo & Playboi Carti]
Alive, alive
Alive (Ayy, yeah), alive

[Interlude: Playboi Carti & DJ Swamp Izzo]
(Carti, Guapo)
Let me call my twin real quick, real quick
You know what I'm sayin'
I got some n*ggas finna pull up to the studio, I f*ck wit' 'em, I don't know 'em like that
Ayy, come to the studio, though
Ayy, B, come to the studio
Right now, studio, studio

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Uh, tryna out-guap me, that's impossible, let's talk about it
All black Chrome Heart belts, I went martial arts, let's talk about it
They kicked dirt on my name, studied my fame, but I ain't even worried about it
My b*tch got that new body, SRT with a wide body
Big house with like five lobbies
G6, no paparazzi
Big chains, not a stone cloudy
f*ck it, I just bought ten watches
My maid came with a maid, she need help to clean my estate, haha

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & DJ Swamp Izzo]
I'm so (Alive)
I'm so (Alive)
[Break: Playboi Carti & DJ Swamp Izzo]
I would've went to Utah, sh*t, it was too cold
f*ck it, we in Atlanta, though, yeah
(Alive, alive)
Ayy, YB, what's up?

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & DJ Swamp Izzo]
I'm so (Alive)
I'm so (Alive)
I'm so (Alive)
I'm so, what? (Alive)
I'm so
I'm so
I'm so

[Verse 3: Playboi Carti]
Uh, Maybachs on Maybachs, I'm ready to trip
n*ggas not ready for him, huh
I'm the reason n*ggas sippin' that drank and talk with a lisp, huh
I'm the reason the YNs went fashion, now pop your sh*t
I'm the reason all these b*tches braggin' 'bout the— ha

[Outro: DJ Swamp Izzo]
Alive (Alive)
Alive (Alive)
Alive (Alive)
Alive (Alive)