Dead or Alive
Dead or alive they gon' find me
With a dime piece
Probably in the night
Been the shit since '99, please
Don't tote a .9
Say that 'cause I'm not for lying
Aye I'm outside girl
Can I come inside please?
Yeah thats Alan, he a good vibe supplier
That hard work done turned A. Wolf to a lion
African diamonds on me got you in denial
This how shine now
Ain't this what you like, girl?
Alan Wolf I rock yellow stones
Chase the fame the we'll never know
All that saving face it ain't what I want
Yeah, yeah what you want girl?
Tell me what you want
I'm a saint rocking Saint Laurent
Close up with the gang yeah we go that far
But I am who I am
So I got a lot to lose
But for now I got some bands
Tell me when you coming through, girl
Ever since I popped up
You've been acting funny
I don't get attached
I do it for the money
No need to explain
Just tell me when you coming
Backwoods, champagne oh you gotta love it
Oh you gotta love it
Louise V my luggage
Gucci on my duffle
Why you looking puzzled?
This is not for you
This is for my brothers
This is for my baby girl
This is for my mother
This is for whoever stayed down
They wonder why I'm living like this
This is the life
I cannot quit
Get over yourself
It is what it is
I'm on my big boy moves type shit
I can't lose type shit
I must go, I dip
Off so then I grip
Grain you know I sit
Low I swang my whip
Low I swang my whip
With a dime piece
Probably in the night
Been the shit since '99, please
Don't tote a .9
Say that 'cause I'm not for lying
Aye I'm outside girl
Can I come inside please?
Yeah thats Alan, he a good vibe supplier
That hard work done turned A. Wolf to a lion
African diamonds on me got you in denial
This how shine now
Ain't this what you like, girl?
Alan Wolf I rock yellow stones
Chase the fame the we'll never know
All that saving face it ain't what I want
Yeah, yeah what you want girl?
Tell me what you want
I'm a saint rocking Saint Laurent
Close up with the gang yeah we go that far
But I am who I am
So I got a lot to lose
But for now I got some bands
Tell me when you coming through, girl
Ever since I popped up
You've been acting funny
I don't get attached
I do it for the money
No need to explain
Just tell me when you coming
Backwoods, champagne oh you gotta love it
Oh you gotta love it
Louise V my luggage
Gucci on my duffle
Why you looking puzzled?
This is not for you
This is for my brothers
This is for my baby girl
This is for my mother
This is for whoever stayed down
They wonder why I'm living like this
This is the life
I cannot quit
Get over yourself
It is what it is
I'm on my big boy moves type shit
I can't lose type shit
I must go, I dip
Off so then I grip
Grain you know I sit
Low I swang my whip
Low I swang my whip
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Writer(s): Colorado Skies
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