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lirik lagu bitch i’m alive – deuce the truth

uh uh uh uh
yeah
b*tch i’m alive b*tch i’m b*tch im alive
b*tch i’m b*tch im alive
uh

b*tch i’m alive
i say the limits 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
n0bu 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 n*ggas 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 n*ggas is raw
yah i’m a dog
slash gorilla rocafella
we party amongst the stars
i just got a call
my n*gga in prison he say envisioned
me having it all
i said ok im bout to motivate
k!ll this show today drop these bars
i been here before
i pray to the lord i don’t fall off track
succumb to a wh0re
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 sh*t 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 counterfeits on my lens
sticks saw from the hips
draw it pull it watch it rip
i go hard now she wet at the cl*t
she ride d*ck 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 sh*t run through my bones
i’m on
can’t copy can’t clone rare cloth broken home
trappin the metro phones carrying hammers with k!llas 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

- deuce the truth

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