Look Alive (Remix) lyrics

[Intro]
All you a lie
n*gga, I ain't ever been a yes-man
All you gonna die, you can get murdered on webcam
I don't get tired; sweat through a headband
You might look alive, that's 'cause you don't really know you a dead man

[Verse 1]
This is God's plan, someone stop me
I've been sent here from Illuminati
Evil scriptures written on my body
Me and Satan pull up in a red Ferrari
Don't be tryin' to put your f*ckin' arm around me
44 shots traumatizin' from the .45, hit 44 more
Carbon copies say you kamikazes
That's for e'rybody
Mama, Poppy
Sister, Brother, Cousin, Uncle, Auntie
This is not Versace, this is hot hibachi
This is Hiroshima, this is Nagasaki
I'm Mahatma Gandhi, a f*ckin' humanoid Anunnaki
With plenty hammers when I'm ridin' shotty
Better use your manners when you talk about me
Ain't too hard to find me
I've been killin' n*ggas, still ain't nothin' left though
Joyner Lucas sicker than a strep throat
Spanish b*tch that wanna give me besos
They must've forgot I was next up
Speed out your crib right after I clean out your sh*t and then put all of your f*ckin' money in a escrow
f*ck what you sayin', I'm not the one that you play with
I think they really was thinkin' I wasn't next up
You thought wrong and you all gone, all done
I just might bring back Don Juan, I just might bring back Sean John
Tell P Diddy that I'm on one
I'ma beat it down with a Du-Rag
pus*y ate out, that's a PopCon
If I don't f*ck with you, that's too bad (God damn)
Ho, you played out like the thong song
Ain't no bygones bein' bygones
I should murder n*ggas when I buy guns
Ho, you get stretched like Nylon
This is my band, I'm Dylon
All I wanna do is just drop bombs
On you cheerleadin' n*ggas with the pom-poms
My Jamaican b*tch got socks on
Every time I hit it she be like, "wagwan"
Peter Piper picked a pepper, and I picked the pressure
Pick a fight, I pick a side, I put you on a stretcher
Peter Piper picked up a nine, I put it together
Started poppin' at the people, they 'bout to meet the Beretta
Better meet the metal, I'ma need a Fujita to measure
Put you deeper than what's deep in the sea or the desert
I've been schemin' while I'm creepin', like fifty feet to the Jetta
n*ggas speed and hit the pedal, I put my feet in the metal
God damn!
[Chorus]
508 all on my side, they gon' ride, they gon' ride
n*gga, this a homicide, oh my god, oh my god
I said I was gon' retire, b*tch I lied, b*tch I lied
I ain't got no f*ckin' job, this my life, this my, wait—

[Verse 2]
All of y'all wishy and washy
All y'all my kids in a car seat
I take my dime to hibachi, we do 69 like Tekashi
Lyin' in the sand, too much time in your hands
I think y'all need to find you a hobby
God got a plan, hope that God hold your hand
I think I'm 'bout to catch me a body!
Tell all my teachers that I said I'm back on my G sh*t
And I'm comin' back to get even
I went on tour and got paid, now I'm back in the region
I let off this mac for no reason
You are now witnessin' greatness
I'm practically preachin' and this is the passion of Jesus
And all you basic motherf*ckas are lackin' achievement
And I've just been laughin' and geekin'
Back to business, I got mad intentions
I ain't perfect, I done made some bad decisions
But it's competition, I'm a savage winnin'
You can have the digits, I'm a mathematician
I don't see you n*ggas, I've been lackin' vision
You've been actin' different, I've been actin' distant
I'ma do some sh*t to bring me mad attention
You gon' do some sh*t that send me back to prison, whoa!
This is uncomfortable, you just keep puttin' your feet in a fire
I think my gun got a crush on you, boy
You 'bout to meet your secret admirer
How you do sh*t you don't wanna do?
I do that sh*t just to keep me inspired
I used to hit it and leave when I wanted to
Now I hit it and be sleepin' aside her, woo
Roll up on 'em when I pull up on 'em
Put that motherf*ckin' smoke up on 'em with that holy water
Joyner Lucas, I'ma hold 'em under, leave the motor runnin'
Man, too many n*ggas know about it, but I thought about it
Prayed about it to the Lord about it in the mornin', but I gotta show 'em what it's all about and I'ma call 'em out
I ain't that n*gga you could talk about, you better calm it down
Don't be tryna give me the runaround, I'ma shut 'em down god damn, wait
[Chorus]
508 all on my side, they gon' ride, they gon' ride
n*gga this a homicide, oh my god, oh my god
I said I was gon' retire, b*tch I lied, b*tch I lied
I ain't got no f*ckin' job, this my life, this my

[Verse 3]
This is God's plan, someone stop me
I was sent here from Illuminati
Evil scriptures written on my body
Me and Satan pull up in a red Bugatti
Don't be tryna put your f*ckin' arm around me
Bring the drama, it ain't hard to find me
This a lucid dream, this a out-of-body
UFO flyin' while I'm ridin' shotty
I'm a ninja, pull up on a Kawasaki
187 on the cops behind me
This is Hiroshima, this is Nagasaki
I'm Mahatma Gandhi in a Maserati, god damn
Now call me Papi
Plenty hammers when I'm ridin' shotty
Better use your manners when you talk about me
It ain't hard to find me, motherf*cker
My name Joyner