[Intro] Woo, woo, yeah Turn me up one time Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1] Dreams on my mind, so I don’t sleep Real every time, never fold deep, grindin’ through the long weeks Like Came a long way from the Southside Duckin’ police, mama prayin’ when I slide ATL to the Bay, Paris and Japan I’m the motherfuckin’ man, least I feel it when I stand Whole world gripped tight in the palm of my hand Never beg for a handout, I just built my own brand What that even mean? I don’t know, but I’m on now Why the fake ones always wanna reach when the song’s out? PLP, yeah, that’s me, what I rhyme ’bout I’ve arrived, all these rappers sittin’ in a time-out Where the gang at? (Every block worldwide!) I know you been waitin’ for this moment to collide Jayce O, double N, E-double Z, in it ’Bout to take it back like we racin’ in a DeLorean I ain’t no historian, but makin’ my bloodline proud All these weak rappers never allowed I put it on my life, I thought about a dropout But I went harder than a cop-out Pull up the coupe, headlights go crazy Crowds get loud when the flow get wavy What’s good, what’s lit, where you been, what you stand on? Anybody steppin’ to me gettin’ their head gone Better catch the train before you miss the ride to get on Mixtape baby, yeah, that’s the type of shit I spit on Woo! [Chorus] And it’s on now Everybody know that it’s on now Get in the zone now Ohh, no, no, no I said it’s on now Everybody know that it’s on now Ohh, get in the zone now Ohh, no, no, no [Post-Chorus] Everybody alive, everybody alive Everybody that’s hearin’ this feelin’ alive Come on now, feel the vibe, come on now, feel the vibe Come on now, come on now, come on now, you gotta survive Everybody alive, everybody alive Everybody that’s hearin’ this feelin’ alive Come on now, feel the vibe, come on now, feel the vibe Come on now, come on now, come on now, you gotta survive I said you gotta survive, gotta survive Gotta survive, I said you gotta survive Gotta survive, gotta survive Gotta survive, I said you gotta survive [Verse 2] Yeah, back in the cut like a blade sharp Came from the dirt with the same heart Used to rock kicks with the holes in the sole Now the drip too cold, got the game in a choke part Long nights posted with the hunger pains Writing rhymes just to numb the strain Now the shows packed out like a hurricane Tryna feed the fam, that’s the only thing Had the Jordans, the ones in the copper Had the city talkin’ like, “How he got those proper?” I’m Phil Knight with the vision in real life Dreams took flight, turn the booth to a steel knife More than likely, they gon’ bite but never fight me It’s a lie, anybody doubting need Visine Let it breathe, designer on my sleeve But I’m grounded in the pain that I bleed, no relief Uber to the set, heavy chains in the backseat Glitter on the neck, still I hustle where the cracks meet Cold as the winter in the Pellegrino Shinin’ like ice when it’s stacked in casinos Tryna survive, tryna survive Tryna keep hope in the city alive Pour one up for the homies that ain’t Lookin’ at the sky with the liquor in paint Talk of the town now, M-I-A anthem Do it for the culture, never for the randoms Models backstage, tryna take a pic But the motto is get your money, build it brick by brick In the spotlight, yeah, I’m wildin’ like Sammy Davis At the MGM, Vegas nights outrageous Stadium jumpin’, Palladium bumpin’ Got fifty in the case, crowd already thumpin’, I’ll be damned [Chorus] And it’s on now Everybody know that it’s on now Get in the zone now Ohh, no, no, no I said it’s on now Everybody know that it’s on now Ohh, get in the zone now Ohh, no, no, no [Interlude] Hold up, hold up I call this syllable ability I been drinkin’ too much Henny, but I still got agility This the last track tonight, so I’m rappin’ for real And I’m doin’ this shit in one breath no edits, no chill You ready? (Yeah!) Nah, nah, nah, you ready? (Yeah!) [Verse 3] Woo, goddammit, I’m back at it Never losin’ breath like an asthmatic, I done had it For this game, I’m fanatic, basement attic Writin’ static, automatic when I craft it Flow the fattest, hotter than Nevada Climbin’ up the ladder, never mind the chatter None of it matter, pull the trigger, let it shatter Listen to the pitter-patter, climbin’ like a mad hatter I’m rippin’ and livin’ and killin’ with syllables Minimal, cynical, pivotal, lyrical criminal Spiritual, visual, tactical, factual, actual Radical, flippin’ the script on ’em, natural No motherfuckin’ script though, freestyle magical Every line tactical, savage with the practical Back at it, never static, movin’ like it’s automatic Let me breathe, let me breathe, I’m ecstatic Listen, listen, I’m rippin’ and livin’ and killin’ The villain within me, I’m pushin’ the limit I’m movin’ and groovin’ and stoppin’ and poppin’ And rockin’ the rhythm, I’m walkin’ and talkin’ And flippin’ and spinnin’ with no motherfuckin’ script, no [Outro]
