[ Featuring Eryn Allen Kane ]
Yeah
(SAVEMONEY shit)
Uh, back to reclaim my throne
I'm the prince of the city, young Machiavelli
Staged my own death, outwitted my adversaries
From the land of Larry Hoover where they bury shooters
I'm shinin' hard, Stanley Kubrick
We don't live by the law
Two-time felony charge, gun totin'
Smoke 'em like Lamar, ball like a young Odom
Where crack hit the Chi same year as Michael Jordan (woo)
My trap phone got more rings than Robert Horry
I got a story make Shakespeare say that's tragic
Speak my mind I got a bad habit
Became a hazard to my health like Corona to an asthmatic
I Roc like the old Jay but I'm a back stabber
'Cause I un'd myself
I got better shit on albums I shelved than shit that you went platinum off
Too fly for my own good, it's my albatross
I'm a beast, boy, I just love to self-sabotage
Pussy niggas talkin' down, Vagina Monologue
I ain't runnin' but I'm tired of y'all
I could call Farrakhan or I could get you tatted on the limbs of your friends
Have 'em cryin' like Kavanaugh
Back on my bully don't be a matador
This ain't no red flag
Shooters in red rags
Looters in Hermes
Mask on you still see I'm the future
But I had to learn not to judge a man by his past
So that's all I ask
Uh, young Machiavelli
Still alive across the belly
Uh, lemme get it back
Uh, Lake Shore Drive with the top back
Rockin' Y-Project
With my ride or die bitch
Nigga, where The Lox at?
Had so many conflicts
That shit got crucial
I was really fightin' for freedom like Desmond Tutu
Shit is like apartheid
If you seen the South Side
No upward mobility
They got niggas paralyzed
Paper Planes snapback
Shout to Em and Ty Ty
Yeah, I did a rock album
That's 'cause I'm a rock star
I'm from where the Moes push rocks like the tomb of Jesus
To put new 22's on they coupe
Sellin' D, duckin' 12
Under covers lookin' for proof
I push, off the roof like Bishop in Juice
A window in my reality
Two parent household from an immigrant family
Middle class salaries
On 47th Street by the Stones
Where they move white out the house same block as Obama's home
Uh, born alone, die alone it's still SAVEMONEY
I take that to the grave with me
The game's funny
A nigga went from robbin' in the hood
To the Robin Hood of Englewood, I'm feedin' niggas
They produced these circumstances by beatin' niggas
Mistreatin' and misleadin' niggas
We the niggas jumped ship, did some underwater breathin', nigga
Why I gotta live my death 'fore they believe a nigga?
Still alive
Alive, yeah, yeah
Still alive
Alive, yeah, yeah (oh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Alive, yeah, yeah
I'm still alive
I'm still alive
