Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pouya
Pouya
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michele Scatamacchia
Michele Scatamacchia
Songwriter
Kevin Pouya
Kevin Pouya
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mikey the Magician
Mikey the Magician
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
MTM, hit 'em with the heat
[Verse 2]
Alive, but not livin', I'm tryna get with it
The size of my dick is not rising, I'm thinkin'
Of finding new women, the void that I'm fillin'
The gaps that I'm bridgin', the pistol I'm grippin'
Got me thinkin' 'bout the old times (Old times)
How many rappers need a cosign? (Cosign)
Twenty-four seven, I was always on the frontline (Yo)
Underground underdog cannot be confined (Yo, yo, yo)
[Verse 3]
Alive, but not livin', I'm tryna get with it
The size of my dick is not rising, I'm thinkin'
Of finding new women, the void that I'm fillin'
The gaps that I'm bridgin', the pistol I'm grippin'
Got me thinkin' 'bout the old times (Old times)
How many rappers need a cosign? (Cosign)
Twenty-four seven, I was always on the frontline (Yo)
Underground underdog cannot be confined (Yo, yo, yo)
[Verse 4]
Sit back, relax in the black Cadillac
On them twenty-two's, screamin' fuck you
Out the window to the people I don't fuck with
The same hos I grew up with
That never wanted to suck dick
Now they want me to cuff 'em, stuff 'em
With a combustion, back in the day ho
You was so reluctant
Now you lookin' at me like you lookin' at your husband
Yo, yo, why you switchin' up?
You said you was never the one for me
Had me runnin' in circles and chasin' the cat (Yo, yo, yo)
I see how the tables have turned
Now I got that cat on my lap (Yo, yo, yo, yo)
Hate me, love me, don't say you know me (Yeah)
That money make me feel less lonely
The women make me feel so phony (Yeah, yeah)
My own homies wanna buss my dome piece (Yeah, ay, yeah, ay)
[Verse 5]
Alive, but not livin', I'm tryna get with it
The size of my dick is not rising, I'm thinkin'
Of finding new women, the void that I'm fillin'
The gaps that I'm bridgin', the pistol I'm grippin'
Got me thinkin' 'bout the old times (Old times)
How many rappers need a cosign? (Cosign)
Twenty-four seven, I was always on the frontline (Yo)
Underground underdog cannot be confined (Yo, yo, yo)
[Verse 6]
Alive, but not livin', I'm tryna get with it
The size of my dick is not rising, I'm thinkin'
Of finding new women, the void that I'm fillin'
The gaps that I'm bridgin', the pistol I'm grippin'
Got me thinkin' 'bout the old times (Old times)
How many rappers need a cosign? (Cosign)
Twenty-four seven, I was always on the frontline (Yo)
Underground underdog cannot be confined (Yo, yo, yo)
[Verse 7]
I know you maintaining, baby
You run around and drive me crazy
Late nights, you my Chelsea, lately
Never will I bend, never will you break me
And the Smith & Wesson always stainless
One shot, and I'll fall to the pavement
Let my brain fall flat by bayside
Homicide won't find me till the daylight
When the right time comes
Grab me from behind
I hope I fuckin' struggle, while you're suckin' out the life from me
Is this what you wanted? When I'm finally gone
From this moment, will you become proud of me?
'Cause I can't be myself, if you don't want me to be
And I can't stand myself, if you can't understand me
[Verse 8]
Alive, but not livin', I'm tryna get with it
The size of my dick is not rising, I'm thinkin'
Of finding new women, the void that I'm fillin'
The gaps that I'm bridgin', the pistol I'm grippin'
Got me thinkin' 'bout the old times (Old times)
How many rappers need a cosign? (Cosign)
Twenty-four seven, I was always on the frontline (Yo)
Underground underdog cannot be confined (Yo, yo, yo)
[Verse 9]
Alive, but not livin', I'm tryna get with it
The size of my dick is not rising, I'm thinkin'
Of finding new women, the void that I'm fillin'
The gaps that I'm bridgin', the pistol I'm grippin'
Got me thinkin' 'bout the old times (Old times)
How many rappers need a cosign? (Cosign)
Twenty-four seven, I was always on the frontline (Yo)
Underground underdog cannot be confined (Yo, yo, yo, bitch)
Written by: Kevin Pouya
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