Look AlivE

508 all on my side
They gon' ride, they gon' ride
Tell ya this a homicide
Oh my God, oh my God
I said I was gon' retire
You got lied, you got lied
I ain't got no stupid job
This my life, this my (wait)
All of y'all wishy and washy

This is God's plan, someone stop me
I was sent here from Illuminati
Evil scriptures written on my body
Me and Satan pull up in a red Buggati Don't be tryna put your stupid arm around me
44 shots traumatizin'
From the 45, hit 44 more
Carbon copies wish you were somebody
That's for e'rybody

Mama, Poppy, Sister, Brother, Cousin, Uncle, Auntie
This is not Versace, this is hot hibachi
This is panorama, this is life's a movie
I'm Mahatma Gandhi, a crazy humanoid Anunnaki
With plenty hammers when I'm ridin' shotty
Better use your manners when you talk about me
Ain't too hard to find me

I've been killin' sockers, still ain't nothin' left though
Joyner Lucas sicker than a strep throat Spanish shit that wanna give me besos
They must've forgot I was next up
Speed out your crib right then I'ma go to pocket put all of your money in a escrow
F what you sayin' I'm not the one that you play with
I think they really mistaken, I wasn't next up?
You thought wrong and you all gone, all done
I just might bring back Don Juan
I just might bring back Sean John
Tell P Diddy that I'm on one
I'ma beat it down with a Du-Rag gettin' ate out, that's a PopCon promise with you, that's too bad
My Jamaican chick got socks on
Every time I hit it she be like, wagwan