Blacklite District - Comin Alive (Explicit)
Written by:Gerald Gillum、Matthew Samuels、George Stone III、Elias Sticken、Quentin Miller、Trevor Rich
Composed by:Gerald Gillum、Matthew Samuels、George Stone III、Elias Sticken、Quentin Miller、Trevor Rich
You know
Uh
If I'ma shoot I shoot to kill
Do what I want to do at will
King I'm a GOAT the truth for real ayy
Banana boat brings in the mail
I cannot use a regular scale
Bring me the one they use for whales
Float on the beat acknowledge the pen
Back in the my bag I'm at it again
Rotate the roster just tossed out a ten
That sh*t just don't even matter to him
Took me a minute to comprehend
Sh*t that I needed I had within
Used to place all of my trust in them
I'm never doing that sh*t again
They get ahead of they self if you lеt 'em
They get to rе achin' that sh*t is pathetic
They couldn't walk in my shoes if I let 'em
These size 11's they fit a lil' different
If we have beef I'ma go 'head and dead it
The sweetest revenge is success and forgiveness
Married the game can't trust none of these b**ches
I keep it two Virgils in all of my lyrics
Came in this b**ch with exceptional spirit
Bulletproof vision cannot let 'em kill it
Real ones acknowledge my sh*t 'cause they feel it
The rest of you want me forgotten and hidden
Uh whoever I f**k's automatically trendin'
She wanna F everywhere like it's Fendi
The p**sy gets killed every time like it's Kenny ah
If I'ma shoot I shoot to kill
Do what I want to do at will
King I'm a GOAT the truth for real ayy
Banana boat brings in the mail
I cannot use a regular scale
Bring me the one they use for whales
If you seen half what I saw you'll tell Yeah yeah
Before it was popular
I had them boxes sent in the mail Yeah yeah
I beat the streets
I ain't goin' to jail I ain't goin' to jail
It was killed or be killed am I goin' to hell
Am I goin' to hell
I told the driver Ignore that lil' smell Yeah
Just make sure you ain't drivin' too fast while I trail
Yeah yeah
We got Wock' right on and straight from Vallejo
Yeah-yeah yeah-yeah
Ride through the air four hours was here
In four hours was here
I done been too close to death to be scared
Now I'll never be scared
I get my gun when they come unprepared
Money bring shy b**ches right out they shell
I don't want love when I f**k Yeah
I might pay her Yeah
Quarterback plays call me Geeski McNair
I'm throwin' something' could knock down a bird
Could knock down a bird
I don't feel nothing especially fear Brr
All of 'em crossed me I ain't shed a tear I ain't
My heart is pure I understand we ain't similar
She can't wait 'til I c*m this Perc' killin' her Mwah
She a freak she ask me could I spit on her Mwah
She just prayin' that Geeski deliver her
Pray I deliver her
It's so many I barely remember her
Barely remember her
My role is pivotal they know I'm rich
Don't forget I'm a criminal Don't forget I'm a criminal
Yeah yeah-yeah-yeah
What you talking 'bout b**ch a** n***as
If I'ma shoot I shoot to kill
Do what I want to do at will
King I'm a GOAT the truth for real ayy
Banana boat brings in the mail
I cannot use a regular scale
Bring me the one they use for whales Whales
If I'ma shoot I shoot to kill
Do what I want to do at will
King I'm a GOAT the truth for real ayy
Banana boat brings in the mail
I cannot use a regular scale
Bring me the one they use for whales ayy