ALIVE Lyrics – Playboi Carti, YoungBoy Never Broke Again

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
This that new season ten
This that fu*k her best friend
This that pull up, blow, where they thinking they hiding? Let fire up out the Gen
This that n!ggas been stealing the swag, they know damn well they ain’t invent
This that n!ggas ain’t rich, they broke, tryna come around just to get a lend
Okay, these n!ggas in trouble, it’s fu*k ’em, I’m finna expose ’em, they too undercover
This for my mama, my daughter, my mistress, I clean up her dinner, upgrading her sucking
These n!ggas suckers, they with it, we pull up in Bentleys and beat the fu*k out ’em in public
Had to go crazy just for them to say that they hear me?
Now, b!tch, I been feeling discovered
Hold on, I came back from the dead now, b!tch, I feel alive

N!ggas be popping that s*it, it’s a lie
How you rich and your bread ain’t corporated?
Spinning this s*it, I’m a villain, I s*it on these n!ggas, they thought I was constipated
Laboratory, they done try to get in and lil’ shawty link up, my infatuated
B!tch, I, I’m liver than all of these n!ggas
I’ll put the b!tch in a blicker, them youngins gon’ load up and get ’em, they catch em and stretch ’em
.223, it ain’t missing a beat, we gon’ pray up to Heaven and step in 11s
I drive the Maybach like a Jeep, I been moving discrete
Every swing that I throw they try catch it
Every time that I step on the scene, I just want ’em to test me, they know that I been living reckless
I’m loving myself, I been having a fetish
I’m ready to eat, I been counting up lettuce
Oh, I got them hitters, they ready to go
That ain’t a model, I bought her a bottle and fu*ked on her bottom until she was sore
I’m on the slabs jumping out of a ‘Cat
On a Z like a Zoe in Givenchy Peacoat
I am the realest, the illest, the richest, I know that they knowing, I know that they know
N!gga, oh (Ah)
Make a bad b!tch come carry my load
Come in the circle, they feeling alive
Man, these n!ggas too under disguise
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Fu*k it, let’s run it, I let go my pride
I go to war about my kids, my child
These n!ggas better just stay up inside

[Chorus: DJ Swamp Izzo & Playboi Carti]
Alive, alive
Alive (Ayy, yeah), alive

[Interlude: Playboi Carti & DJ Swamp Izzo]
(Carti, Guapo)
Let me call my twin real quick, real quick
You know what I’m saying
I got some n!ggas finna pull up to the studio, I fu*k wit’ ’em, I don’t know ’em like that
Ayy, come to the studio, though
Ayy, B, come to the studio
Right now, studio, studio

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Uh, tryna out-guap me, that’s impossible, let’s talk about it
All black Chrome Heart belts, I went martial arts, let’s talk about it
They kicked dirt on my name, studied my fame, but I ain’t even worried about it
My b!tch got that new body, SRT with a wide body
Big house with like five lobbies
G6, no paparazzi
Big chains, now the stone cloudy
Fu*k it, I just bought ten watches
My maid came with a maid, she need help to clean my estate, haha

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & DJ Swamp Izzo]
I’m so (Alive)
I’m so (Alive)

[Break: Playboi Carti & DJ Swamp Izzo]
I would’ve went to Utah, s*it, it was too cold
Fu*k it, we in Atlanta, though, yeah
(Alive, alive)
Ayy, YB, what’s up?

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & DJ Swamp Izzo]
I’m so (Alive)
I’m so (Alive)
I’m so (Alive)
I’m so, what? (Alive)
I’m so
I’m so
I’m so

[Verse 3: Playboi Carti]
Uh, Maybachs on Maybachs, I’m ready to trip
N!ggas not ready for him, huh
I’m the reason n!ggas sipping that drank and talk with a lisp, huh
I’m the reason the YNs went fashion, now pop your s*it
I’m the reason all these b!tches bragging ’bout the— ha

[Outro: DJ Swamp Izzo]
Alive (Alive)
Alive (Alive)
Alive (Alive)
Alive (Alive)