Network
Oh my
On God
I'm Alive
I was chose
Don't know why
Put that shit work
Multiply
Bought myself a paradise, for afterlife
On God
I'm Alive
I was chose
Don't know why
Put that shit work
Multiply
Bought myself a paradise, for afterlife
Fuck is compensation
I got complications
Contemplating spending life emptying banks for validation
This fascination with likes resembles assassination
Killing your spirits chalking out demons and lack of patience
I can smell the fragrance
It's just pure surveillance
Your worst enemy don't gotta tap lines, they tap likes, in due time
Here they come, cause of one location post
Packing lead taking notes
Bullets flying, bodies lying, now rewind
Niggas can't see me oh no (oh why)
Niggas can't touch me oh no (oh why)
Oh shit they coming
Oh no surprise
Oh no surprise
On God
I'm Alive
I was chose
Don't know why
Put that shit work
Multiply
Bought myself a paradise, for afterlife
Murder she wrote bout fake ass c notes
And fake ass niggas, she said adios
She said I I'll expose every detail you promote
Let's talk bout to life
But fuck all that hope and fuck all that growth.
What about fame?
Let me just drain your life
I can just frame it, make appear alright
Sign the dotted line but you're dying though
Ooh
But I can make you feel alive though
On God
I'm Alive
I was chose
Don't know why
Put that shit work
Multiply
Bought myself a paradise, for afterlife
On God
I'm Alive
I was chose
Don't know why
Put that shit work
Multiply
Bought myself a paradise, for afterlife
On God
I'm Alive
I was chose
Don't know why
Put that shit work
Multiply
Bought myself a paradise, for afterlife
On God
I'm Alive
I was chose
Don't know why
Put that shit work
Multiply
Bought myself a paradise, for afterlife
Fuck is compensation
I got complications
Contemplating spending life emptying banks for validation
This fascination with likes resembles assassination
Killing your spirits chalking out demons and lack of patience
I can smell the fragrance
It's just pure surveillance
Your worst enemy don't gotta tap lines, they tap likes, in due time
Here they come, cause of one location post
Packing lead taking notes
Bullets flying, bodies lying, now rewind
Niggas can't see me oh no (oh why)
Niggas can't touch me oh no (oh why)
Oh shit they coming
Oh no surprise
Oh no surprise
On God
I'm Alive
I was chose
Don't know why
Put that shit work
Multiply
Bought myself a paradise, for afterlife
Murder she wrote bout fake ass c notes
And fake ass niggas, she said adios
She said I I'll expose every detail you promote
Let's talk bout to life
But fuck all that hope and fuck all that growth.
What about fame?
Let me just drain your life
I can just frame it, make appear alright
Sign the dotted line but you're dying though
Ooh
But I can make you feel alive though
On God
I'm Alive
I was chose
Don't know why
Put that shit work
Multiply
Bought myself a paradise, for afterlife
On God
I'm Alive
I was chose
Don't know why
Put that shit work
Multiply
Bought myself a paradise, for afterlife
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Writer(s): Dereck Scott
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