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ALIVE Lyrics

On “ALIVE,” Playboi Carti and YoungBoy Never Broke Again trade verses about their successes over a hard-hitting, synth-heavy instrumental, which samples Playboi Carti’s “CRANK.”

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[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]

This that new Season 10

This that fuck her best friend

This that pull up, blow, where they thinkin' they hidin'? Let fire up out the Gen

This that niggas been stealin' the swag, they know damn well they ain't invent

This that niggas ain't rich, they broke, tryna come around just to get a lend

Okay, these niggas in trouble, it's fuck 'em, I'm finna expose 'em, they too undercover

This for my mama, my daughter, my mistress, I clean up her dinner, upgradin' her suckin'

These niggas suckers, they with it, we pull up in Bentleys and beat the fuck out 'em in public

Had to go crazy just for them to say that they hear me?

Now, bitch, I been feelin' discovered

Hold on, I came back from the dead now, bitch, I feel alive

Niggas be poppin' that shit, it's a lie

How you rich and your bread ain't corporated?

Spinnin' this shit, I'm a villain, I shit on these niggas, they thought I was constipated

Laboratory, they done try to get in and lil' shawty link up, my infatuated

Bitch, I, I'm liver than all of these niggas

I'll put the bitch in a blicker, them youngins gon' load up and get 'em, they catch em and stretch 'em

.223, it ain't missin' a beat, we gon' pray up to Heaven and step in 11s

I drive the Maybach like a Jeep, I been movin' 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 livin' reckless

I'm lovin' myself, I been havin' a fetish

I'm ready to eat, I been countin' up lettuce

Oh, I got them hitters, they ready to go

That ain't a model, I bought her a bottle and fucked on her bottom until she was sore

I'm on the slabs jumpin' 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 knowin', I know that they know

Nigga, oh (Ah)

Make a bad bitch come carry my load

Come in the circle, they feelin' alive

Man, these niggas too under disguise

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Fuck it, let's run it, I let go my pride

I go to war about my kids, my child

These niggas 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 sayin'

I got some niggas finna pull up to the studio, I fuck 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 bitch got that new body, SRT with a wide body

Big house with like five lobbies

G6, no paparazzi

Big chains, now the stone cloudy

Fuck 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, shit, it was too cold

Fuck 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

Niggas not ready for him, huh

I'm the reason niggas sippin' that drank and talk with a lisp, huh

I'm the reason the YNs went fashion, now pop your shit

I'm the reason all these bitches braggin' 'bout the— ha

[Outro: DJ Swamp Izzo]

Alive (Alive)

Alive (Alive)

Alive (Alive)

Alive (Alive)