Alive
Got so much I'm dealing with but I rather do it alone
I know when I start poppin' they gon be hitting up my phone
Crazy how it always goes then they want tickets to shows
Guess that's why they say, beauty in the struggle
Ugliness in the success
I had to step my game up and then I learn how to play chess
Getting cheques then I finessed
Crazy that you need more than one job to really be alive
If not you gon be living cheque to cheque tryna just survive
Man this world so fucked up I don't blame people that wanna die
But it's still fuck suicide, just find a few that gon ride
And enjoy the journey but it still hurts me
To see real friends turn fake and long friendships just break
I mean it's a pity these people don't realize what we living in
I can't live like that I'm not a regular civilian
I got big dreams but most my peers probably think I'm crazy
How he rapping, that shit impossible and he lazy
But that don't phase me, I'm working on my craft like Jay Z
If they really knew my dreams they would think I'm delusional
But my life gon be beautiful
In it since 2010 wasnt even 20 yet
Suffering from procrastination, stuck inside my head
Still I got no regrets
Flow got colder, words got bolder, pen the sickest got Tourette's
On the mark, like ready set
Just go with it, flow with it
In this lonely world I keep the hope
But right next to it keep the pole with me
I don't promote violence
It hurts when I see my people drooling from their eyelids like I did
Many real ones gone guess that's why I spark chalice
Did me so much wrong, guess that's why my thoughts malice
Product of my home guess that's why I talk callous, nigga
Libra's own yes what's life without balance
Lately I been feeling like
Making major changes nothings feeling right
Messed up situations messing with the way I feel inside
Glancing at the clock, seeing angel numbers every time
Four, Four, Four
Means like a 44 blow
Like fuck Shaq, S.R Viper where you at?
Get up out yo feelings nigga we need Venom on the track
Fuck playing house I leave it vacant for the rats
Shaken but intact can't ever break me never that
I never cap, this real shit
All my real niggas gon feel this
All my real bitches gon feel this
All my real people gon feel this
This real shit, never cap, if you really doubt me play it back
I know when I start poppin' they gon be hitting up my phone
Crazy how it always goes then they want tickets to shows
Guess that's why they say, beauty in the struggle
Ugliness in the success
I had to step my game up and then I learn how to play chess
Getting cheques then I finessed
Crazy that you need more than one job to really be alive
If not you gon be living cheque to cheque tryna just survive
Man this world so fucked up I don't blame people that wanna die
But it's still fuck suicide, just find a few that gon ride
And enjoy the journey but it still hurts me
To see real friends turn fake and long friendships just break
I mean it's a pity these people don't realize what we living in
I can't live like that I'm not a regular civilian
I got big dreams but most my peers probably think I'm crazy
How he rapping, that shit impossible and he lazy
But that don't phase me, I'm working on my craft like Jay Z
If they really knew my dreams they would think I'm delusional
But my life gon be beautiful
In it since 2010 wasnt even 20 yet
Suffering from procrastination, stuck inside my head
Still I got no regrets
Flow got colder, words got bolder, pen the sickest got Tourette's
On the mark, like ready set
Just go with it, flow with it
In this lonely world I keep the hope
But right next to it keep the pole with me
I don't promote violence
It hurts when I see my people drooling from their eyelids like I did
Many real ones gone guess that's why I spark chalice
Did me so much wrong, guess that's why my thoughts malice
Product of my home guess that's why I talk callous, nigga
Libra's own yes what's life without balance
Lately I been feeling like
Making major changes nothings feeling right
Messed up situations messing with the way I feel inside
Glancing at the clock, seeing angel numbers every time
Four, Four, Four
Means like a 44 blow
Like fuck Shaq, S.R Viper where you at?
Get up out yo feelings nigga we need Venom on the track
Fuck playing house I leave it vacant for the rats
Shaken but intact can't ever break me never that
I never cap, this real shit
All my real niggas gon feel this
All my real bitches gon feel this
All my real people gon feel this
This real shit, never cap, if you really doubt me play it back
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Writer(s): Shaquile Welch
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