Joyner Lucas - Look Alive (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] All you a lie n***a, I ain't ever been a "yes" man All you gonna die, you can get murdered on webcam I don't get tired; sweat through a headband You might look alive, that's 'cause you don't really know you a dead man [Verse 1] This is God's plan, someone stop me I've been sent here from Illuminati Evil scriptures written on my body Me and Satan pull up in a red Ferrari Don't be trying to put your f**ing arm around me 44 shots traumatize in front of 45 hit 44 more Carbon copies say you kamikazes That's for e'rybody Mama, Poppy Sister, Brother, Cousin, Uncle, Auntie This is not Versace, this is hot hibachi This is Hiroshima, this is Nagasaki I'm Mahatma Gandhi, a f**ing humanoid Anunnaki With plenty hammers when I'm riding shotty Better use your manners when you talk about me Ain't too hard to find me I've been k**ing n***as, still ain't nothin' left though Joyner Lucas sicker than a strep throat Spanish b**h that wanna give me besos They must've forgot I was next up Speed out your crib right after I clean out your sh** and then put all of your f**ing money in a escrow f** what you saying, I'm not the one that you play with I think they really mistaken, I wasn't next up? You thought wrong and you all gone, all done I just might bring back Don Juan, I just might bring back Sean Don Tell P Diddy that I'm on one I'ma be the down with a Du-Rag p**y ate out, that's a PopCon If I don't f** with you, that's too bad Hoe, you played out like the dansant Ain't no bygones being bygones I should murder n***as when I buy guns Hoe, you get stretched like Nylon This is my band, I'm Dylan All I wanna do is just drop bombs on you cheerleadin' n***as with the pom-poms My Jamaica b**h got socks on, every time I hit it she be like, "Wagwan" Peter Piper picked a pepper, and I put the pressure Pick a fight, I pick a side, I put you on a stretcher Peter Piper picked up a nine, I put it together Started poppin' at the people, they 'bout to meet the Beretta Better meet the metal, I'm in need of a heat of a measure Put you deeper than what's deep of the sea of the desert I've been scheming while I'm creeping, like fifty feet to the Jetta n***as speed and hit the pedal, put my feet in the metal, god damn! [Bridge] 508 all on my side, they gon' ride, they gon' ride n***a, this a homicide, oh my god, oh my god I said I was gon' retire, b**h I lied, b**h I lied I ain't got no f**ing job, this my life, this my, wait— [Verse 2] All of y'all wishy and washy All y'all my kids in a car seat I take my dime to hibachi, we do 69 like Tekashi Lyin' in the sand, too much time in your hands, I think I need to find you a hobby God got a plan, hope that God hold your hand, I think I'm 'bout to catch me a body! Tell all my teachers that I said I'm back on my G sh** and I'm coming back to get even I went on tour and got paid, now I'm back in the region, I let off this mac for no reason You are now witnessing greatness, I'm practically preaching and this is the pa**ion of Jesus And all you basic motherf**as are lacking achievement, and I've just been laughing and geekin' Back to business, I got mad intentions, I ain't pray for God, I made some bad decisions But it's competition, I'm a savage winning You can have the digits, I'm a mathematician I don't see you n***as, I've been lacking vision You've been acting different, I've been acting distant I'ma do some sh** to bring me mad attention You gon' do some sh** that send me back to prison, whoa! This is uncomfortable, you just keep putting your feet in a fire I think my gun got a crush on you, boy, you 'bout to meet your secret admirer How you do sh** you don't wanna do? I do that sh** just to keep me inspired I used to hit it and leave when I wanted to, now I hit it and be sleepin' inside her, woo Roll up on 'em when I pull up on 'em, put that motherf**ing smoke up on 'em with that holy water Joyner Lucas, I'm a holy mona [?] leader motor runnin' Man, too many n***as know about it, but I thought about it Prayed about it to the Lord about it in the morning, but I gotta show 'em what it's all about and I'ma call 'em out I ain't that n***a you could talk about, you better calm it down Don't be tryna give me the run around, I'll shut 'em down god damn, wait [Bridge] 508 all on my side, they gon' ride, they gon' ride n***a this a homicide, oh my god, oh my god I said I was gon' retire, b**h I lied, b**h I lied I ain't got no f**ing job, this my life, this my [Verse 3] This is God's plan, someone stop me I was sent here from Illuminati Evil scriptures written on my body Me and Satan pull up in a red Buggati Don't be tryna put your f**ing arm around me Bring the drama, it ain't hard to find me This a lucid dream, this a out-of-body UFO flying while I'm riding shotty I'm a ninja, pull up on a Kawasaki 187 on the cops behind me This is Hiroshima, this is Nagasaki I'm Mahatma Gandhi in a Maserati, god damn Now call me Papi Plenty hammers wanna ride on shotty Better use your manners when you talk about me It ain't hard to find me, motherf**er My name Joyner