Gucci Mane — Its Alive

[Intro: Swizz Beatz] 1-2, 1-2, 1-2, burrr burrr This is special, GUCCCI Its Gucci, that’s what you mean huh..righht? right.. Ladies and gentleman, showtime [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] My pocket on swole, my rims on chrome When I hit the club, everything goes Bottles in the air, put your lighters in the air But when I'm in here, I don’t really care 'Cause I ride on em, I style on em I lean on em, yes, I flash on em Yeah I know, that’s the way you like it, huh, yeah That’s the way you love me, huh? It’s alive, it’s alive [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] It's alive, it's alive Rims cut the eyes I had to bring the bitch back like Frankenstein I push weight, but Gucci don't exercise I get extra from whippin' up extra pies I’m in the hood like the mayor round election time It's a suggestion, don't park your car next to mine I’ma start when the light hit, I’m 'posed to shine Your flow is garbage, they let me out just in time They got a section, but none of the hoes are fine They need to exit, don't let the grind pass you by I run laps around lames with my shoes untied I jump the line, walk in, and watch the crowd divide Still stuck outside, that's the ugly side Looked medusa in the eye and medusa died This is top secret shit, classified Don't blame me, Swizz was the mastermind Can't breathe, can't breathe, Toni Braxton time I got my chain moonwalkin', Michael Jackson time I keep on buying ice like I lost my mind This bloodline of mine is supposed to shine [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] My pocket on swole, my rims on chrome When I hit the club, everything goes Bottles in the air, put your lighters in the air But when I'm in here, I don’t really care 'Cause I ride on em, I style on em I lean on em, yes, I flash on em Yeah I know, that’s the way you like it, huh, yeah That’s the way you love me, huh? It’s alive, it’s alive [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Hurry up, hurry up Gucci on the news, they say he walked out the jail rockin' stupid jewels They try and find out what it do, admit it, you confused Too much cash on me, hundreds fallin' out me, true Big yellow wrists, bright as piss, bitch I’m the shit Big Gucci called Swizz, let’s make a hit 2 things in this world I ain't ever seen Are you a foreigner nigga? I need to help me get me me Well if your stomach cannot tote it baby, let me breathe Cuz I don’t check if no babe or bitch chasin' me Excuse my French, bitch I’m so Gucci, I so fuckin' gutter It don’t make no sense to switch for none these mother fuckas [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] My pocket on swole, my rims on chrome When I hit the club, everything goes Bottles in the air, put your lighters in the air But when I'm in here, I don’t really care 'Cause I ride on em, I style on em I lean on em, yes, I flash on em Yeah I know, that’s the way you like it, huh, yeah That’s the way you love me, huh? It’s alive, it’s alive [Verse 3: Swizz Beatz] Somebody said my life is it I said nah dog, my wife is it Now I'm back, back on 'em like I never, never left Plus the boy right here, I'm fresh to death And the Black Card in my back pocket The Conaseg lookin' like a speeder rocket Yeah, I'm zoomin' on the highway And you should love me, I did it my way [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] My pocket on swole, my rims on chrome When I hit the club, everything goes Bottles in the air, put your lighters in the air But when I'm in here, I don’t really care 'Cause I ride on em, I style on em I lean on em, yes, I flash on em Yeah I know, that’s the way you like it, huh, yeah That’s the way you love me, huh? It’s alive, it’s alive