1982 - Make it Out Alive lyrics

rate me

feat Freddie Gibbs & Crooked I

I just hopped off another plane,

Another country, different money, lot of different names

Lot of different places, lot of different dames

Lot of people could have got lost in the rain

Ah, lot of cars, lot of trains, lot of passport stamps, whole lot of games

But I ain't going, can nobody take me down

You need 100 rounds can nothing stop me now

I put a lot of rappers in boxed and funerals

Treated them wild like a red headed step child

I ain't scared of a soul, why am I scared of the crowd?

Why am I scared of a hoe? I ain't scared of the ground

You came for me now, you heard my voice lord

I hate to be on the devil's side when I'm your boy

But I gotta live, I gotta survive

I'm too hungry to cry, I gotta make it out alive

Bitch I'ma make it out alive

I gotta make it out alive

Bitch I'ma make it out alive

I gotta make it out alive

I just hopped off another bitch

Another city on my tour another couple zips

Smoked up and if you low, I get you motherfuckers in

Do it on the daily just to pay my motherfucking rent

I keep the ... racks, can't you see I'm a ...

Coming out the ... it's a blessing to get a rap check

I was out here flowing just knowing that I might never make it

Even got my ...still I was underrated

Unappreciated, under paid, under dog

Now I'm the king of the underground, I don't fuck with y'all

And way before I got on the chopper with busting off

On every song every show screaming I fuck the law

... niggas that be busting out in public

Middle of the day, I'm on some thug shit

And if I die prematurely, don't let my killer see the jury

Talk to them niggas up for me, they'll never make it out alive

Bitch I'ma make it out alive

I gotta make it out alive

Bitch I'ma make it out alive

I gotta make it out alive

Gun under the pillow, illegal money buried under the willow

Tree in the backyard, tax fraud

Ain't tryina act hard, just keep it 100 for real though

Mama never had a black car, and I ain't trying to play the black card

Cause poverty knows no discrimination

Within this nation, I'm my own president main, this my administration

I'm creating the laws when it comes to Bejnamin chasing

Oh, lack of money... trapping traffic...

That was my excuse, the streets was a ...

The more I hand, the more I hang

And I couldn't breathe without emceeing

See, I was shadious slim

So I'm guess that's what emceeing means

And I gotta make it out alive yo

Yeah, I gotta make it out alive, dawg

Bitch I'ma make it out alive

I gotta make it out alive

Bitch I'ma make it out alive

I gotta make it out alive.