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letra de dead or alive - f3nix

[chorus]
sh-t, dead or alive
i wanna see ’em get by
treat him like french, he get fried
got opps on my head
they wanna see me get down
35, cash on my neck
get served like an ounce
givin’ the pack to the homeless
tellin ’em, “it’s gon’ be fine”
’cause i’m finna pounce
just like a muh’f-ckin’ lion
the king of the jungle around

[verse 1]
been stabbed so much
learned to smile when i bleed
i’m leavin’ my heart on my sleeve
homies dyin’ too much, loosin’ the people around me
now everybody actin’ weak
give him 50, a buck
i got 30’s on my body, i’m not afraid to let it beam
i think 40’s enough, h-lla shots up out this choppa
i watch him walkin’ with a lean

[verse 2]
now she wanna talk like she f-ckin’ on me
better yet, mention the whole d-mn team
swervin’ that caddy, but i want a beam
my glock bein’ held up by this louis v
she act like she sober, while poppin’ them beans
my chop like a sona, it’s lettin’ off steam
my whip macchiato, it’s color, like cream
i’m taxin’ the pack, i need like 43
[chorus]
sh-t, dead or alive
i wanna see ’em get by
treat him like french, he get fried
got opps on my head
they wanna see me get down
35, cash on my neck
get served like an ounce
givin’ the bag to the homeless
tellin ’em, “it’s gon’ be fine”
’cause i’m finna pounce
just like a muh’f-ckin’ lion
the king of the jungle around

[verse 3]
can’t f-ck with these b-tches, they actin’ like fans
they mans’, actin’ like b-tches themselves
collect me a check
count up these figures
and put all the bills that i made on the shelf
like money won’t change
money stayed loyal
i pray to god that i’ma have it one day
count all my blessings, and restore my sins
and i won’t be selfish with the money i make
[bridge]
i just got a new bag, and that’s double the check
makin’ the money right back that i spent
i just bought a new whip
finna throw on the tints
and if you think it’s a lease, then you payin’ my rent
sh-t, i buy what i own, i ain’t havin’ no debt
wallets got hundred’s and fifty’s, no less
remember them nights when i never got fed
but know that i’m up, i’m returnin’ the bread

[chorus]
sh-t, dead or alive
i wanna see ’em get by
treat him like french, he get fried
got opps on my head
they wanna see me get down
35, cash on my neck
get served like an ounce
givin’ the bag to the homeless
tellin ’em, “it’s gon’ be fine”
’cause i’m finna pounce
just like a muh’f-ckin’ lion
the king of the jungle around

- f3nix

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