[Verse One] [Termanology]:

I just hopped off another plane

Another country, different money, lot of different names

Lot of different places, lot of different dames

Lot of people could have got lost in the rain

Ah, lot of cars, lot of trains, lot of passport stamps, whole lot of games

But I ain't going, let nobody take me down

You need 100 rounds can't nothing stop me now

I put a lot of rappers in boxed and funerals

Treated them wild like a red headed step child

I ain't scared of a soul, why am I scared of the crowd?

Why am I scared of a hole? I ain't scared of the ground

You came for me now, you heard my voice lord

I hate to be on the devil's side when I'm your boy

But I gotta live, I gotta survive

I'm too hungry to cry, I gotta make it out alive

[Hook]:

Bitch I'mma make it out alive

I gotta make it out alive

Bitch I'mma make it out alive

I gotta make it out alive

[Verse Two] [Freddie Gibbs]:

I just hopped off another bitch

Another city on my tour another couple zips

Smoked up and if you low, I get you motherfuckers sent

Do it on the daily just to pay my motherfucking rent

I keep the Pyrex kitchen set, I'm a trap vet

Coming out the G it's a blessing to get a rap check

I was out here flowing just knowing that I might never make it

Even got my foot in the do' but still I was underrated

Unappreciated, under paid, under dog

Now that I'm the king of the underground, I don't fuck with y'all

And way before I got on the chopper, was busting off

On every song every show screaming out "fuck the law"

Tell me, is you pub wit' niggas that be busting out in public

Middle of the day, I'm on some thug shit

And if I die prematurely, don't let my killer see the jury

Chop them niggas up for me, they'll never make it out alive

[Hook]:

Bitch I'mma make it out alive

I gotta make it out alive

Bitch I'mma make it out alive

I gotta make it out alive

[Verse Three] [Crooked I]:

Gun under the pillow, illegal money buried under the willow

Tree in the backyard, tax fraud

Ain't tryina act hard, just keep it 100 for real though

Mama never had a black card, and I ain't trying to play the black card

Cause poverty knows no discrimination

Within this nation, I'm my own president main, this my administration

I'm creating the laws when it comes to Benjamin chasing

Oh, lack of money it had him trapping trafficking

And had him come through traffic, Cadillac and doubt that that would happen battle rapping

That was my excuse, the streets was a noose

The more I hang, the more I hang

And I couldn't breathe without emceeing

See, I was shady and slim

So I'm guess that's what Em see in

Me

And I gotta make it out alive yo

Yeah, I gotta make it out alive, dawg

[Hook]:

Bitch I'mma make it out alive

I gotta make it out alive

Bitch I'mma make it out alive

I gotta make it out alive