BuRRRge - Look Alive (Remix) Lyrics

I'm out of my mind
All my doctors advise me to take meds
Or ya'll gunna die
A slow painful death until ya face red

You won't look alive
I don't give a motherf*ck what drake said
Tell joyner let's ride
If they wanna survive they better play dead

This for ones that said I wouldn't make it
All the shitty rappers God created
I won't stop until they rot in hades
I will sell my soul or even sign with satan

We are not the same I'm deep inside the matrix
Thoughts of hatred got me talking crazy
Plotting all my ways of domination
As my heart is racing you cannot escape it

This is bottled anger, lots of danger
Jeffrey Dahmer with a lama banging
It's a combination of Saddam Hussein
N then Osama Bin Laden bombing nations

I am 9/11 on a constant basis
Stephen Paddock letting off in vegas
Donald trump, Bush and Ronald Reagan
At the conference table having conversations

I'll send a motherf*cks into limp mode
Double time shit with the tempo
Tryna go hard as meek's intro
Study rhyme schemes then I do the shit tenfold, aye

Upping ya standards you betta come wit the stamina
I got killas that consider me a kinfolk
Dumping da hammer gotta secure the parameter
Bought a fully automatic with extendo's

Yeah I'ma strive to be top ten
Big pac nas em 3 stacks jay lauryn hill rakim
Maybe keep it underground show em I don't f*ck around
Put it down like rittz or a hopsin

Ghost write for the goats, cyhi, king los
Lil Wayne, Nickel 9 or a locksmith
Young kells on his rock shit, Krit said I got this
Spit it like a mixtape Logic

Drop hits, f*ck all that pop shit
I'ma do a show at U.N.O. n start a mosh pit
Never been cautious, never had options
Started from the bottom coming straight up out the projects

Work til I'm nauseous, BuRRRge shit is toxic
Fighting my sleep until I get knocked unconscious
Or I'm in a coffin, no time for nonsense
Gotta make a dollar and give it all to my daughters, regardless

Tell them mothaf*ckas that want it to come n get it
I can get it poppin before dey can pop a clip in
Bitch I been a shooter get shot up like scottie pippen
I can pick apart ya body then drop it in the Pacific

I'm the one they try to mimic n copy what I be penning
Tryna get a piece of the pie out of my percentage
I ain't bout to try to diss em I'm dying behind the business
I'ma show up at they spot wit the hittas I'm bout to kill em, lil bitch

228 until I die, we go live, we go live
It's another suicide, oh my God, oh my God
They said they was bout it bout it but they lied, yeah they lied
I ain't got the f*cking time, on my life, on my, wait

You gotta be kidding me though, huh
Wit all of those hideous clothes
The syrup sippin' ya'll promote
This f*cking industry's a hoax

I'm tired of the glitter and gold
The boujee women all the strippers n hoes
I wanna get back to the lyrics the passionate spirit
That bullshit has been exposed

Tell my family that I love em
But I don't do all this rapping shit for nothing
I've had enough wit you rappers that mumble
You faggots are f*cked if I catch you in public

I'm bout to scratch the numbers off my gun
N go back to the slums I'ma black out the cutlass
Then wait til you live n its national coverage
To lay you down in front of half the country, like

That's disturbing, aint a rapper worthy
This is rap n fury wit some rapid flurries
Don't know what to call it, I don't have the wording
But you at my mercy, mom and daddy worried

This is not a joke I tote the mac for bernie
Ima grab it firmly n I blast it surely
Bout to blow yo ass to f*cking albuquerque
Then I'll use ya head to practice taxidermy, like ay

That's honestly, kill em all andale, it's bombs away
All of ya'll rappers in dresses probably wear lingerie
Got a large array, f*ck is a holiday, I took the hardaway
They don't really want no smoke so they hide in the house, they ain't going outside today

Pull up, they don't wanna try me I'm liable to start a riot
Who am I? I'm the one where the root of the problem lies
I don't lie, I just say what the f*ck has been on my mind
They don't like, tell em go get a ticket n fall in line

La di da I'm a product that's caught up in all the crime
On the mic I'm a spark up a fire get traumatized
On my life, I'ma die for this shit when it's drama time
Swear to God, boy you don't want a problem it's homicide, playboy

228 until I die, we go live we go live
It's another suicide, oh my God, oh my God
They said they was bout it bout it but they lied, yeah they lied
They aint worth a f*cking life, let em die, wait

This for ones that said I wouldn't make it
All the shitty rappers God created
I won't stop until they rot in hades
I will sell my soul or even sign with satan

We are not the same I'm deep inside the matrix
Thoughts of hatred got me talking crazy
Plotting all my ways of domination
As my heart is racing you cannot escape it

This the sharpest razor, a dog with rabies
The darkest part of brenda's got a baby
Yo mama crying and yo father praying
While I'm playing 1980's iron maiden

I am shady dropping hits intoxicated
Dre on chronic when he's operating
Bout to cut you open n you not sedated
Motherf*ck em all, I ain't tryna save em, it's BuRRRge, bitch

Yeah, Cryptic Rhythm, Bay Way or no way bitch
What the f*ck more do I need to say
Better Look Alive boy