| I am, the type of nigga that brang his pistol in the club |
| I am, the type of nigga your baby daddy wish he was |
| I am, the type of nigga that don’t know how to give a fuck |
| The type of nigga that will tell the whole club, fuck the whole club |
| Fuck a state trooper, fuck a sheriff, fuck a sergeant and fuck a deputy |
| Man fuck the police, I’ll be yelling that shit until it ain’t no more breath |
| left in me |
| One deep for life until the casket closes, if I ain’t ready kick my casket open |
| Y’all heard what I said: I’m back from the dead; they killed me last night but |
| I’m here this morning |
| These niggas ain’t gon' hold me back |
| All these niggas, yeah, they owe me stacks |
| Where the hell that nigga li’l Sam Weathers? |
| Chop his ass down and leave em like that |
| I dare a nigga-- air a nigga, like what the fuck is backing down |
| I come down yo' block and unload this uzi, reload that bitch and come back |
| around |
| I’m alive, I’m alive |
| The way they try to murder me is like a 9 to 5 |
| But I’m alive, I’m alive |
| The reverend is a gangster, we got weapons in the choir |
| I’m alive, I’m alive |
| If we ever go to war you better hope you on my side |
| Run up if you want to, I’m gon' hit you with that iron |
| Now everybody can see what you have on your mind |