Chuuwee
Stay Alive
[Intro]
I don't know
Like no matter how serious I try to be nobody will take me serious, fuck
I'm talking about some real life shit, you know?
Just goes over they shoulder, out their ear

[Verse 1]
Yo
We had two choices growing up
It was sell drugs and sell rhymes
Now my n***as either do shows or doing cell time
Now they record the feds recording the phone line
Now they in debt, been tryna get it for a long time
We in pressure, we been focused with the wrong minds
Time to do better n***a, I'm telling you better n***a
Supreme being, god body in the Jeep leaning
We leaning, the plastic cup keep dreaming
Chief Keefing on the master dutch weed seatless
Watermelon when I'm ashing out the green beamer
In the nose police passing out weak reefer
In my twitter box laughing, what's a cheap feature
In my cleats getting nas' under three bleachers
After school pal driving the PE teacher
While driving down the I5 swerving in the Audi dawg
N***as caught me kamikaze car
[Chorus]
What you hear is not for rhymes
All of my n***as tryna coincide
What you hear is not a lie
All of my people just wanna thrive
What you hear ain't compromise
All of my homies tryna stay alive
What you hear is not for rhymes
All of my n***as tryna coincide

[Verse 2]
Yeah
Wild African mane
South's African, won't even bother passing the flame cuz y'all average
I don't wanna hit that weak ass backwoods you passing
If it ain't about to make me gas it's not happening
The most blunted
Come test me, none wanted
He can test something HS pumping, catch your breath youngin'
Walk around holding an onion n***a bet something
I can get the whole place jumping with one breath puffing

This go out to all my n***as who ain't make bail
Doing time for a crime cuz they ain't tell
This go out to all my people chasing welfare
Know that struggle is a bitch, n***a hell yeah
This go out to anybody still dream chasing
All the real n***as gone, now the streets vacant
This go out to anybody facing hard times
Only thing I have to offer are these hard rhymes
This go out to all my brothers facing long bits
And sisters who got brothers being far less to the -
You know
This go out to the metal Doom for the inspiration
All of this is just a figment of imagination
[Chorus]
What you hear is not for rhymes
All of my n***as tryna coincide
What you hear is not a lie
All of my people just wanna thrive
What you hear ain't compromise
All of my homies tryna stay alive
What you hear is not for rhymes
All of my n***as tryna coincide

[Outro]
Yo, yo yo yo
What is this, what is this bro
This shit is creepy and, and-and-and sad and shit
Can-can you put One Piece on bro?
Thank you

Wait, time out
Who is this n***a in the bag?