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Look Alive Freestyle On Tim Westwood
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Juice WRLD
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Oh, ayy, I bet That's my sh*t This beat hard as f**k What that n***a Blocboy say? You come Hell, hahaha From the Chi, from the Chi, look alive I've been working like a damn nine-to-five all my life Put my d**k in your wife Double back, hit it twice Run up on me, that's okay, you a pu**y, get shot nine times I'm in the cut with a super soaker, run up on me and you know it's over All of my n***as they doin', doin' the work like they doin' homework All of my n***as be whippin' the work Probably selling it at church Run up on me you get murked I'ma put you in a hearse Ayy, ayy, they don't understand I got the upper hand Poppin' like rubbеr bands I may kill your friend, I may kill your man Then I may just f**k you on this track let's go to Japan I'm up in Tokyo coolin' likе Uber, everywhere I may shoot him in broad day I never care Look alive that sh*t bright, solar flare Home run, goin', gone, it's outta here Me and Westwood smokin' on the backwood Pre rolled, filled it good that's a packed wood I may just pop some perkies I pray to god they workin' sh*t cut too deep surgeon, pull up on the scene I'll murk him Turn to a whole different person Flex on a b*t*h like Percules Matter fact call me Hercules Same ol' person f**k on that b*t*h, she from Taiwana I cannot roll wood, with my marijuana I am not with the DJ, DJ Drama Andre with the cash, cash the commas Look alive, please look alive 'Cause if you look too late f**k it then you may die I'm just coolin' trap house Skate on them n***as no black out I ain't with the flirtin' at all, but, b*t*h, I got the Mac out That sh*t dead Bernie Mac now Tell them n***as to calm down I feel like Osam now, f**k the sh*t I'm the bomb now I'm just vibin' on 'em I'm just high tryna survive— Keep this beat goin', I f**k with this sh*t Look alive, look alive Jet lag but I still look alive, jet lag but I still look alive I only slept for an hour, that's on the plane But I'm still here, lit as a b*t*h, these n***as be lame Run up on me then I'm snatching your life, and I'm snatching your chain, probably snatching your main I'm kickin' this sh*t like, off of the brain Half of these n***as can't do it Half of 'em probably look stupid Run up on me then I do it I got my hand on my tool I use that b*t*h like a toilet Flush on that b*t*h, I enjoy it I just went on a voyage, yeah, I just went on a voyage These shoes cost your mortgage I— Ayy, I definitely want to drop a remix to this sh*t, like officially, this beat hard as f**k Ayy, ayy, look, these shoes cost your mortgage And these b*t*hes imported Pull up on the scene I'll torch 'em Ball on them n***as full court Whippin' in the trap no fort I need a sport I get some head from yo b*t*h 'cause I swear that b*t*h is a dork Run up on him with the chopper, I swear I'ma shoot 'em for real I don't show no remorse Nah I don't show no remorse Shoot 'em in his head of course That's what we aim at That's what we bang at n***as switching over money that's where they change at I cannot change over change b*t*h, I'm remaining the same I'm screaming f**k all the games, I'll put a shot through your gang I don't give a f**k what you say I'm getting money all day Ball 'til I'm bald think I need a toupee Cross the street, the b*t*h go both ways Freestyle sh*t no write You couldn't pay me to write I got a .40 on my hip like damn you n***as couldn't pay me to fight n***as couldn't pay me to die Losin' too many n***as out this time What's Juice WRLD on? That n***a probably out his mind Well, look alive, do or die Free my n***a, he did the time He ain't do the crime Don't believe me, I ain't lyin' I ain't tellin', die
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