staying alive

Never what you expected
Come thru always protected
No backs to my exits
I was on stats cuz I’m black, but I’m back
Run it all back
New crack, new smack
New act, new jack
Nino Brown noses
Oughta wear clown noses
Who’s that?
News flash: I took two L’s
Too bad
I should call this I’m Bad 2 (too)
Cuz I’m off a cool J and do spaz
Maybe I should part your abs too
You ever saw the light and ya stand in dad say
Don’t snooze or you won’t make it thru
I be in moods i need to soothe
I need view I need a pool
I need a school
My baby ain’t gon be confused
Don’t need to rule or feed my dudes
Show em how to net they food
I was trekking thru
Extraterrestrial but I’m extra smooth
I am the good shepherd
The good shepherd sacrifices his life for the sheep
Be light to the meek
And stay light on my feet
Mommas son gonna eat
Even if you gotta sit at this table all night
It’s all right
It’s all right
It’s all right
I don’t hate the alt-right
And I don’t love what’s left
I make alt-rap
My slogan is just love yourself
All the right words come
When I catch my breath
If all the right nerves tingle
When you play this track
Play this back and ask yourself is the crack that the 80's had
Visualize your favorite on this after me
That’s johnnie walker before A daiquiri
What’s the point of the daiquiri?
Factory warranty only like 15 months
And time doesn’t exist so those 15 months
Feel like 15 mins
After you chain smoked 15 runts
You back in the hunt tryna fit in with punks
Heard they was wearing pumps
Nothing wrong with pumps, I love pumps
Put em on all the jumps I want
& d down your piece
My d brown so how I bang
You won’t need to see
Just know it’s all 10's for me
Hope she listens to fiftyyyy
They gave him a 50
I got 21 Questions
And a 10 speed dick speed
Bill bixby
Break out the fit she
Won’t like me when I’m angry
But she’ll love me when I’m tipsy
Told her meet me at nipseys
Martin Payne with the gang huh
Scrap the 12s off my feet
I don’t trust the underbelly of the church
So I tithe daily, what?
Sorry grandma
Understand my frustrations
Pulled back by crustaceans
Krusty crab is the nation
Eye on the dollar
Thats Medusa’s daughter
With the crab basement
All bad but the bags vacant
Deficit so many niggas
You would think we wouldn’t brag so much as a got damn nation
Like it’s ain’t satans
Or it the ppls? I’m tired
I’m bubbling all in the gut of the fire
In the belly with The Bee Gees
Ah ah ah I’m just staying alive