Come Alive

Yeah, come alive y'all, let's do it like this
Right here boy
Sinn on the mic y'all, soundin' wonderful
Las Vegas stand up, come on
We gotta do it like this
Been a long time comin', but we gon' run it

Hello, it's your friendly neighborhood street dweller
Pimp hand stay strong, don't make me slap a fella'
High like them notes belted by the late great Ella
It's Sinn on the mic from the 90's rap era
Twist the top off some liquor concoct the perfect mixture
It's like that nigga Kobe, this the raw shit I'ma give ya
Straight from the metropolis of lights and greed
Crap tables and fine women, not to mention the heat
It's the beast from the dirty east side of The Strip
Dealin' with Vegas behavior, thugs, bloods, and crips
When we walk up in the club with mean mugs, and dubs
I walk out the next morning hungover and buzzed
Everyday I wake up with these rhythms in my head
So I grab my pen and paper, it's a rap like Ahkmed
Make the jam like Ted, the work ethic is sick
Keep two balls up in my drawers for fake niggas and chicks

So we gon' turn the volume way up to ten
Put a snap in your fingers and a tap in your Timbs'
Ain't no holdin' me back, it's that nigga named Sinn and I'ma
Yeah, come alive y'all
The streets is gon' love it, you're surely gon' bump it
In the privacy of home, or rollin' out in public
I'ma give you all or nothing, and all that you can stomach, when I
Uh, come alive

Carry the weight alone, you can hear my knees crack
Got a short temper and fuse, you need to ease back, relax
Cause I don't wanna use what's in my closet
Run them streets like M. Douglas, like yep, your boy's lost it
To you talentless cats your fifteen is up
I know my shit is hot, no need to rock the nuts
Give me some Henny and a Dutch and watch a nigga get loose
So bent, I'll fuck a bitch as big as Bruce, Bruce
Think that I'm lyin', I'll have that big girl cryin'
Work a sweat so big and thick, it's better than an Atkins diet
Stand behind the mic with a hope and a dream
The foundation is laid, no one disrespects the team
Bring all the tough guys that you think you can bring
I'll bring the bitch out them niggas like they sportin' a G-string
So make a decision, dawg, the fist or the gat
This a no win situation, either way you're laid flat

So we gon' turn the volume way up to ten
Put a snap in your fingers and a tap in your Timbs'
Ain't no holdin' me back, it's that nigga named Sinn and I'ma
Yeah, come alive y'all
The streets is gon' love it, you surely gon' bump it
In the privacy of home, or rollin' out in public
I'ma give you all or nothing, or all that you can stomach when I,
Uh, come alive

Peace to all the freaks that come out at night
I got a number you can hit when you feed for the pipe
Smokers that need a light, I got it in my front pocket
Holla at me when you see me, best believe we can spark it
My style is remarkable, son, ask about me
It's the nigga from the field in high school was gettin' rowdy
Roll with the thick team, ain't a damn thing changed
Except I got a couple tracks and a little rap name
Never trippin' off the fame because I'ma stay grounded
Can't slip it in the ride if it don't keep my twelves pound in'
I'm a fiend for the bass like Clay D and Magic Mike
It's a hit when I spit, put it on wax like candlelight
Rough ride without the bike, ask your dame or your wife
She be grippin' my shit tight as I be holdin' my mic
Drink kids, shift ribs, work all kinds of positions
My duty to please the booty till she falls into submission

So we gon' turn the volume way up to ten
Put a snap in your fingers and a tap in your Timbs'
Ain't no holdin' me back, it's that nigga named Sinn and I'ma
Come alive, y'all
The streets is gon' love it, you're surely gon' bump it
In the privacy of home, or rollin' out in public
I'ma give you all or nothing, all that you can stomach when I
Come alive
So we gon' turn the volume way up to ten
Put a snap in your fingers and a tap in your Timbs'
Ain't no holdin' me back, it's that nigga named Sinn and I'ma
Come alive, y'all
The streets is gon' love it, you're surely gon' bump it
In the privacy of home, or rollin' out in public
I'ma give you all or nothing, or all that you can stomach, when I
Come alive

Yeah, and that's how we do it
Draz on the beat, and me in the booth
Las Vegas, it ain't a joke, son
It's for real
Uh, keep your ears peeled
Man, I ain't got nothin' else to say, man
That's it