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letra de lookalive_ - knxwledge

[chorus: drake & blocboy jb]
901 shelby drive, look alive, look alive (‘live)
n-ggas came up on this side, now they on the other side (word, word, word)
oh well, f-ck ’em, dawg, we gon’ see how hard they ride (huh, f-ck ’em)
i get racks to go outside and i split it with the guys (outside)
we up on the other side, n-ggas actin’ like we tied
i’ve been gone since, like, july, n-ggas actin’ like i died
they won’t be expectin’ sh-t when capo go to slide (hah)
’cause i told them that we put that sh-t behind us but i lied (hah)

[verse 1: drake]
ayy, ayy, look who i’m around, man
if i f-cked up, i’ma be downtown, man
fourth floor bound, man, that’s if i get caught, man
pushed me to the edge, so it really ain’t my mothaf-ckin’ fault
man, i’m not to blame, man, this f-ckin’ industry is cutthroat
i’m not the same, man, and i could let you check the tag now
i’m rockin’ name brand, i’m only chasin’ after bags now
i got a game plan and i’m out here with the woo!

[chorus: drake & blocboy jb]
700, three high fives, look alive, look alive (‘live)
n-ggas came up on this side, now they on the other side (word, word, word)
oh well, f-ck ’em, dawg, we gon’ see how hard they ride (huh, f-ck ’em)
i get racks to go outside and i split it with the guys (outside)
we up on the other side, n-ggas actin’ like we tied
i’ve been gone since, like, july, n-ggas actin’ like i died
they won’t be expectin’ sh-t when capo go to slide (hah)
’cause i told them that we put that sh-t behind us but i— (hah)

[verse 2: blocboy jb]
b-tch, come through (through)
you and you (you)
i’ma get the money (word)
dr—dr—drizzy get the loot (the loot)
pu—pu—pull up with that draco (huh?)
play with drake and i’ma shoot (that’s on my mama)
my—my—my weapon be a instrument
i’ll blow you like a flute (rrah)
ni—ni—n-gga play so he feelin’ it (feelin’ it)
pu—pull up broad day with a k, now he shiverin’ (he shiverin’)
drop a n-gga like he litterin’ (huh?)
w—w—we at your do’ like we the delivery (yeah, yeah, yeah)
he not a plug, he middle man (middle man)
that—that n-gga brown like cinnamon (cinnamon)
i got the rounds like sugar ray robinson (uh)
shot to the chest have you gaspin’ for oxygen (shots)
i’ma spray ’em, just like febreze (huh, like febreze)
came a long way from sittin’ in the nosebleeds (in the nosebleeds)
now a n-gga on the floor talkin’ to the athletes (to the athletes)
now i’m so close to the game that i could steal the stat sheet (stat sheet)
it’s bloc

[outro]
no, you don’t know me well
every little thing [?]
but you believe the things that i do
and [?]

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