[Intro: Josh A]

As a result of the outbreak, your city or entire region might be endangered by a lethal aliens

Yeah

[Chorus: Josh A]

Dead or alive‚ I'll be one of the best

No sleep vibe‚ I don't get no rest

You come for the tribe‚ we come for your head

No revive, it'll be no test

Been underrated, underpaid and I still do tours

I still do more

Than half of the people you track and adore

And all of my music is real

But yeah‚ they want the head shots

Hollow points and red dots

Murder everything, no shame in the game

They'll even make the dead walk

Bitch, I'm not a rap god

Only makes tracks that I snap on

All my life‚ been stepped on

But not anymore, I got red dots and head shots

[Verse 1: Josh A]

Yeah

Just hit up Quadeca, sent him this beat

Now there's no stopping us, breaking the scene

Word to my brothers and word to my team

Yeah, you know we're 'bout to eat

Ev'ry new album, it feels like the best

And every new outlet, I outpace the rest

You cannot compare, it'll be sudden death

If I die then—

It's about to be a outbreak

We outpace all the fakes

They seeking salvation for the trash they're making

So get in formation

Never sell my soul

Love for the game but I really wanna go

I'm sick of this, death to all the fakes

'Bout to be a outbreak!

[Verse 2: Quadeca]

Yeah

Ooh, ooh (Don't do it)

Yeah, uh, ooh (Haha)

Everybody wanna be friends, uh

When I break out, it's a outbreak, uh (Huh?)

I live my life like a highlight reel

Had to take out every single outtake, uh (Yeah)

Ev'rybody wanna act fake now

They get faked-out when they really tryna out-fake (Facts!)

They gon' post a picture on the gram like the man

And they open up the comments, all they gonna see is clown face, bitch (Haha!)

Bitch, I'll be comin' from the heart, comin' for your part

Runnin' in the dark, in the red like an oven when it starts (Woo!)

Comfortable with darkness, too much drive made me carsick

I was starvin' a bargain, I had to barge in (Yeah!)

You a simp, son, like Marge is, you really garbage

This shit a rollercoaster and I took the fuckin' harness (Wow!)

Every goal I aim at, bitch, I hit a fuckin' target

Hold up, I'm off the charts when I'm chartin' (Whoa)

I'm ultra strong like I'm Charmin

I just met a bitch she like, "Oh, you're super charming" (Yeah)

Cryin' to their mom when I rap like they Cartman

Kill you with a pencil, I ain't even gotta sharpen (Woo!)

Okay, that's true, please listen (Yeah)

I've been in Saks, you can call me Lisa Simpson (Yeah, yeah, yeah, who?)

Everybody claimin' that they gotta see the vision

But they lyin' to your face, I just block 'em, and then I'm dippin' (Woo!)

Yeah

[Chorus: Josh A]

Dead or alive, I'll be one of the best

No sleep vibe, I don't get no rest

You come for the tribe, we come for your head

No revive, it'll be no test

Been underrated, underpaid and I still do tours

I still do more

Than half of the people you track and adore

And all of my music is real

But yeah, they want the head shots

Hollow points and red dots

Murder everything, no shame in the game

They'll even make the dead walk

Bitch, I'm not a rap god

Only makes tracks that I snap on

All my life, been stepped on

But not anymore, I got red dots and head shots