Joyner Lucas – Look Alive (Remix)



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  1. All you a lie
    Nigga, 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 trying to put your fucking 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 fucking humanoid Anunnaki
    With plenty hammers when I'm riding shotty
    Better use your manners when you talk about me
    Ain't too hard to find me
    I've been killing niggas, still ain't nothin' left though
    Joyner Lucas sicker than a strep throat
    Spanish bitch that wanna give me besos
    They must've forgot I was next up
    Speed out your crib right after I clean out your shit and then put All of your fucking money in a escrow
    Fuck what you saying, I'm not the one that you play with
    I think they really mistaken, 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
    Pussy ate out, that's a PopCon
    If I don't fuck with you, that's too bad (god damn)
    Ho, you played out like the thong song
    Ain't no bygones being bygones
    I should murder niggas 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' niggas with the pom-poms
    My Jamaica bitch 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 of the sea of the desert
    I've been scheming while I'm creeping, like fifty feet to the Jetta
    Niggas speed and hit the pedal, put my feet in the metal, god damn!

    [Chorus]
    508 all on my side, they gon' ride, they gon' ride
    Nigga, this a homicide, oh my god, oh my god
    I said I was gon' retire, bitch I lied, bitch I lied
    I ain't got no fucking 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 I 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 shit and I'm coming 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 witnessing greatness, I'm practically preaching and this is the passion of Jesus
    And all you basic motherfuckas are lacking achievement, and I've just been laughing 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 winning
    You can have the digits, I'm a mathematician
    I don't see you niggas, I've been lacking vision
    You've been acting different, I've been acting distant
    I'ma do some shit to bring me mad attention
    You gon' do some shit that send me back to prison, whoa!
    This is uncomfortable, you just keep putting 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 shit you don't wanna do? I do that shit 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 motherfucking smoke up on 'em with that holy water
    Joyner Lucas, I'm a holy mona leader motor runnin'
    Man, too many niggas know about it, but I thought about it
    Prayed about it to the Lord about it in the morning, but I gotta show 'em what it's all about and I'ma call 'em out
    I ain't that nigga 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
    Nigga this a homicide, oh my god, oh my god
    I said I was gon' retire, bitch I lied, bitch I lied
    I ain't got no fucking 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 Buggati
    Don't be tryna put your fucking arm around me
    Bring the drama, it ain't hard to find me
    This a lucid dream, this a out-of-body
    UFO flying while I'm riding 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

  2. That's how much we have in common (yah!)

    That's how much we have in common (whoa!)

    Up on this mic when we're on it (yah)

    That's how much we have in common (yuh!)

    That's how much we have in common (woo!)

    That's how much we have in common

    We are not alike, there's nada like us—

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