Still Alive

[Intro] Okay, if you in a club I advise you to put your drinks down, and head to the dance floor Anywhere else will be uncivilized If you're in a car, pull over Put the hazards on and let the windows down This is something the world needs to hear Let's go [Verse 1] Yes I'm Brooklyn's best 'till I'm put to rest I heard tales of niggas sendin' shells to cook my flesh No jail, never stale homie look how fresh I'm low key like them old G crooks out west As far as poetry I'm Nas, Biggie, Jay, Mos Def Rakim, Kool G Rap, Kane, KRS Pac, Common and Kanye, could say I'm blessed Peace to Ghost, Raekwon and Ron Artest This is suppressed hunger, I'm obsessed with summer I'm for what runners is gunnin' them younger boys will gun ya But any nigga icing your own wifey will warn ya There's no wonder, every fronter wanna be stunner I spit thunder, I'll miss when I'm six feet under Legit, I'm just tryin' shift G-Unit numbers Even rich niggas slip in the slumber Shit happens but believe I'm back blastin a number [Hook: repeat 2X] This is not a life that we in, this is hell This is not a stoop that we on, it's a cell Life is not a gift in the hood, it's a charge Because I'm still alive, that makes me a God This is not a life that we in, this is hell This is not a stoop that we on, it's a cell Life is not a gift in the hood, it's a charge Because I made it out, well that makes me a God [Verse 2] Yes my flows elite, I know the streets I'm the Cochise of the East Coast I blow on beats I create in the coma state how I doze to sleep I keep dozing but never doze six feet deep I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?) I haze up 'fore haters hopin' I gave up It's either you stay tough or you copin' to ?cage cuff? From cold player to cold savor the hoes favor Who's the most underrated, G Rap, AZ, or Jada? Allah savior, bark but sharp as a razor With street smarts in a Jedi heart like Darth Vader Harsh behavior, puffin a Garcia Vega The god see the haters but the larceny is greater Pardon the player, I'm crunk with some defeats But somehow somebody somewhere don't want me to eat I'm one with the streets, I'm wanted and I'm comin' for keeps [Hook] [Verse 3] And it's a must I live it, the trucks is kitted Too many peoples in the penal so duck or visit Show it off when I freestyle, who fuckin' with it A final song for song as long as the hustlers get it As long the jewels on all is custom fitted Diamond cut for cut the cluster ups the digits Enough is enough you can trust I hush the critics Buck for buck, yeah I'm buckwild I must admit it The dough done did it, I'm Doley the flow is vivid You know me, low key homie, only expose the snippet So prolific, so sincere, so gifted So melodic, y'all got it so twisted Sent to do this, E-40 the rugers had a few Belugas Brought it back to the sewers True this no duets, no collabs, no regrets You crabs, I'm just here tryin' cash some little checks [Hook] - 2X