At Least I'm Not Dead

Lyrics

[Intro: J Swey] It's the definition of darkening Yeah, Ey (Whoah, Ey, Whoah) [Verse 1: J Swey] One, two - three bags (uh) Wait how many? Better bring 'em back (how many) Swey got bars, don't question that (no word) I'm like the track team, run laps (ye-yeah) Are you ready? Let's go Are you ready? Let's go. (1 lap) Fuck the fame. nigga I ain't playin' Shoot it up like a video game They all think that I'm insane Stress is heavy on the membrane (stress) Getting higher than the airplane (oh yeah) Ain't no tellin', I been rappin' Can you read between the adlips? Niggas out here talkin' mad shit Huh, I'm a f[?] Nigga mad quit Sixteen [Verse 2: Azide] Shoot me in leg, you was aimin' for the head Had a date with the reaper, but a Nigga ain't dead Bitch you ain't hurt, listen what I said Bring her back again, a Nigga ain't dead Stand on a sled, same color that I bled Signing in blood, but he still wear red Why y'all stupid Nigga so mislead? (haha) All your copies put you in a twinbed All my Niggas share, so we breakin' up the bread What you said can never be unsaid I slide my clip, like a fuckin' Bob-sled Tell you by myself and lock you in a shed Lookin' like a asshole or like a crackhead Shoot your shot, Bitch yeah go ahead Clicked on my songs and then spread, spread, spread Make me famous on the world-wide-web Fuck your bitch on pornhub, yeah just to flex I don't give a fuck if my nuts on the net All of this shit, make me wanna jet One more thing I'm glad I ain't dead (haha)