Look Alive (feat. Drake)

Tay Keith, fuck these **** up!

Yeah, yeah (Ooh)

Yeah (Ooh)

6 God, BlocBoy, 6 God, BlocBoy (Ooh) (Word)

6 God, BlocBoy, 6 God, BlocBoy (Ooh) (BlocBoy, 6 God)

Yeah (Hey)

901 Shelby Drive, look alive, look alive ('Live)

**** came up on this side, now they on the other side

Word, word, word

Oh well, fuck 'em, dawg, we gon' see how hard they ride

I get racks to go outside and I split it with the guys (Outside)

We up on the other side, **** actin' like we tied

I've been gone since, like, July, **** actin' like I died

They won't be expectin' shit when Capo go to slide (Hah)

'Cause I told them that we put that shit behind us but I lied (Hah)

Aye, aye, look who I'm around, man

If I fucked up, I'ma be downtown, man

Fourth floor bound, man, that's if I get caught, man

Pushed me to the edge, so it really ain't my mothafuckin' fault

Man, I'm not to blame, man, this fuckin' industry is cutthroat

I'm not the same, man, and I could let you check the tag now

I'm rockin' name brand, I'm only chasin' after bags now

I got a game plan and I'm out here with the woo!

700, three high fives, look alive, look alive ('Live)

**** came up on this side, now they on the other side

Word, word, word

Oh well, fuck 'em, dawg, we gon' see how hard they ride

I get racks to go outside and I split it with the guys (Outside)

We up on the other side, **** actin' like we tied

I've been gone since, like, July, **** actin' like I died

They won't be expectin' shit when Capo go to slide (Hah)

'Cause I told them that we put that shit behind us but I— (Hah)

Bitch, come through (Through)

You and you (You)

I'ma get the money (Word)

Dr—Dr—Drizzy get the loot (The loot)

Pu—pu—pull up with that Draco (Huh?)

Play with Drake and I'ma shoot

That's on my mama

My—my—my weapon be a instrument

I'll blow you like a flute (Rrah)

Ni—ni—**** play so he feelin' it (Feelin' it)

Pu—pull up broad day with a K, now he shiverin' (He shiverin')

Drop a **** like he litterin' (Huh?)

W—w—we at your door like we the delivery

Yeah, yeah, yeah

He not a plug, he middle man (Middle man)

That—that **** brown like cinnamon (Cinnamon)

I got the rounds like Sugar Ray Robinson (Uh)

Shot to the chest have you gaspin' for oxygen (Shots)

I'ma spray 'em, just like Febreze

Huh, like Febreze

Came a long way from sittin' in the nosebleeds

In the nosebleeds

Now a **** on the floor talkin' to the athletes

To the athletes

Man, I'm so close to the game that I could steal the stat sheet (Stat sheet)

It's Bloc

901 Shelby Drive, look alive, look alive ('Live)

**** came up on this side, now they on the other side

Word, word, word

Oh well, fuck 'em, dawg, we gon' see how hard they ride

I get racks to go outside and I split it with the guys (Outside)

We up on the other side, **** actin' like we tied

I've been gone since, like, July, **** actin' like I died

They won't be expectin' shit when Capo go to slide (Hah)

'Cause I told them that we put that shit behind us but I lied (Hah)

That's on my mama