DEUCE THE TRUTH - Bitch I’m Alive lyrics

Uh Uh Uh Uh yeah
Bitch I’m Alive Bitch I’m Bitch Im Alive
Bitch I’m Bitch Im Alive uh

Bitch I’m alive i say the limit's the sky
I push the Benz on the 5 feelin like Pac
Feelin like biggie
I pray to the lord I’m ready to die
As soon as I got
A Richard milli Plus a billi
Rolls royce or a Bentley
Big house big chimney
One of many-Condos-Al-Ca Pone
The gangsta is in me
Spread the wealth to my mini’s
Own the blocks run the city
We was at Denny’s now we sitting pretty
NoBu next to Lenny ima go get it
Give me a reel and I’m fishin
Give me the dopе and I’ll pitch it
Gimme some fins and I’ll hunt you down
Don’t get in this watеr or you shark food now
You know where I’m from L’s up B Town
ALotta soldiers Hennessy in the ground
Ease the stress we only choke on loud
But real niggas move in silence
Gun fire up the violence
Baby’s dying mommas crying
No daddies round we defiant
Really the jungle I ain’t lying
I’m dodgin the law
Biggest boss you ever saw like
Ross my niggas is raw yah I’m a dog
Slash gorilla rocafella
We party amongst the stars i just got a call
My nigga in prison he say envisioned
Me having it all
I said ok Im bout to motivate
Kill this show today drop these bars
I been here before
I pray to the lord I don’t fall off track
Succumb to a whore
Or the money change the way I think
Smack something end up in the clink
The main connect how I chain these links
Talk that P like I’m from D, but I’m from B
A, Y we outside it’s bread to get
I ain’t wasting no time I’m fired
Bout to load another round
Bout to down another clown
Bout to flip another pound
Bout to book another room
Im Knockin shit down
Been rappin for years ain’t ran outta styles
You gon be on the time is now
Been flying so much I’m naming the clouds
The money just pile I need
An account tant now

All gas no brakes
I’m just waiting for y’all to catch up

Back like I never left
Back with another check
Smiff copped a black benz just to flex
This ain’t a Instagram check
We Spending them blue strips again in
Real life we gon win count a 50 count again
No counterfeit's on my lens
Sticks saw from the hips
Draw it pull it watch it rip
I go hard now she wet at the clit
She ride dick while I suck on the tit
If money calls on my phone
Flip to doggy style she want to keep the bone
EDD or PPP for the loan
Lean weed att for the phones
I’m a hustler at the core from the head to
Waist down the shit run through my bones
I’m on
Can’t copy can’t clone rare cloth broken home
Trappin the metro phones
Carrying hammers with
Killas who’ll never come home
You ain’t lived in my zone
All through out the year we
Gotta dress for funerals 40 cals
My type of Berkeley at CAL was not allowed
But I disavow no father figure was around
Stood up for Money Myles
Marathon runners ran plenty miles
Pit stops ain’t stopping now
Ima let y’all finish
But they gon have to mention
I’m a Bey one the Bays all-time
When it’s all said and done
Black is King I’m on the run