Still Alive
S.F.G. Lyrics


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I already know how it goes down
So I gotta keep it on me when I come around
Big thirty rounds smokin' out the pound, yeah
Anything could happen anytime

S.F. made me, my ex still payin' me
I love the dope game but it drove your boy crazy (Made me crazy)
Six cell phones, why them boys try to raid me?
My homeboys hatin' but the shit don't phase me (It don't phase me)
Yeah, lil' mama go crazy
I was drunk in the club tryna knock an old lady
Told him take his chain off 'cause the shit gold-plated (It's gold plated)
He told me put the weed out but this shit so tasty
Yeah, Rolls-Royce and I smoked it (Smoked it)
They're still gettin' money to my old shit, yeah
Bern keep a forty, know I won't slip, yeah
VVS goin' on both wrists, yeah
When it touch down, I'ma buy a bust down
Your boy feelin' good, I ain't livin' in a rush now (Nah)
Been high for twenty years, I can't come down (I can't)
They smell the cheetah piss when I come 'round
Bern

I already know how it goes down
So I gotta keep it on me when I come around
Big thirty rounds smokin' out the pound, yeah
Anything could happen anytime

Can you love me while I'm still alive?
Don't you wait for me to fuckin' die
They don't want to see a nigga shine
They don't wanna see a nigga on top

Real talk, 'cause the weight go quick
I need cash, we don't wait on shit
I got fans worldwide but your boy don't make no hits (I don't)
Big boy but I break your bitch, that's on Frisco
Wavy, fresh, dipped, I'm drippin'
What's wrong with that boy, man, his clothes don't fit 'em
Wipe the box down 'fore my young bitch gon' send 'em
Why they worried about me? I'ma keep on winnin'
My ashtray got five cones all in 'em
Boss shit, we don't follow trends, we set 'em
Yeah, you fell in love with an escort
Damn, who you think taught 'em how to export? (Bern)
I move many in the area
Slide by Melrose and V'll take care of ya (What up, V?)
We hit the snow with the Y
And call the cereal milk, what a wonderful high
Oh, my

I already know how it goes down
So I gotta keep it on me when I come around
Big thirty rounds smokin' out the pound, yeah
Anything could happen anytime

Can you love me while I'm still alive?
Don't you wait for me to fuckin' die
Berner, I got you
They don't want to see a nigga shine
G
They don't wanna see a nigga on top

Yeah, thinkin' I should slide on this
This beat so hard, what should I write on this?
Lately every time I work, I been writin' hits
The shrooms just kicked in, bruh, you ain't really high as this
It's like Beatlesmania, I cause hysteria
Two of the most successful moguls out the area
Berner hit me said it's time we finally link
On my way to the studio, perfect time, in synced
Bread winner, they know I'm a earner
You ain't drinkin' more than Gerald or smokin' with Berner
Try teachin' her somethin', she the slowest learner
So she got held-back but her homegirl made it further
Hah, walk out cookies with the big bag
I snatched yo girl and now you big mad
Yeah, and her friend was fine too
But I said, "I just want you"
Ayy

I already know how it goes down
So I gotta keep it on me when I come around
Big thirty rounds smokin' out the pound, yeah
Anything could happen anytime

Can you love me while I'm still alive?
Don't you wait for me to fuckin' die
They don't want to see a nigga shine
They don't wanna see a nigga on top

Berner and sly




Bay Area to the universe, you already know
But it's my time

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to S.F.G.'s "Still Alive" describe the life of a fugitive on the run from the police. The song speaks of the intense pressure and danger that come with being pursued by the authorities. The first verse acknowledges the gravity of the situation, suggesting that a fugitive's only options are to turn themselves in or fight back with force. The second verse speaks of the violence and chaos the singer experiences as they try to make their way out of town. The rap goes on to describe the singer's violent encounters with crooks, law enforcement, and other foes. Despite the dangers, the singer remains determined to stay alive and escape both the police and the streets.


"Still Alive" is a reflection of the harsh realities of life in the inner city, where crime, violence, and poverty make survival a constant struggle. The lyrics convey the sense of desperation and fear that many people experience when living in these conditions. At the same time, the song captures the singer's indomitable spirit and determination to survive, no matter the odds.


Line by Line Meaning

When you're on the run from the police you got two options
When running from the police, you have two choices.


Turn yourself in, or come out blasting!
You can either surrender to the authorities or put up a fight.


The chase ain't over the battle ain't done yet
The pursuit is not over, and the struggle continues.


Get your ass out of town before sunset
Leave the city before it's too late.


Bullets you felt got you runnin' for help
If you've been shot, you'll need to seek assistance.


You gettin' struck and my nine is still tucked under the belt
You've been hit, and I still have my firearm with me.


I'm wanted dead or alive but I'm still standin'
Despite being a fugitive, I'm still alive and well.


Just tell Shannon, got the van with the cannon
Let Shannon know I have a vehicle with a powerful weapon.


When I hit, either the nine or the pound spits
When I fire my gun, I use either my 9mm or my .45 caliber.


I even flipped on a mob I was down with
I betrayed a criminal organization I was once part of.


So I'm packin' a mac at night
I carry a Mac-10 submachine gun at night.


And blue and whites are everywhere in a nigga sight
Police vehicles are ubiquitous, easily visible to anyone.


So come on, you little pigs, who's the bravest?
I challenge the police, daring them to confront me.


'Cause I'ma spit on your ass like Larry Davis
I'll humiliate and defeat the police like Larry Davis did.


Bumpin' 'em off somethin' decent
Killing them in a professional manner.


Jump out slow and drop the cocktail bomb in the precinct
Exiting the vehicle cautiously and then throwing a Molotov cocktail into the police station.


And drop ten with the Glock-10
Using a Glock-10 to shoot ten people.


I made another cop spin
I killed another police officer.


Now Uncle Sam really wants me
The government is after me now.


But I'ma hit some more spots, then I'm flyin' out the country
Before leaving the country, I'll target a few more locations.


It ain't about runnin' off like a sucker
I won't run away and appear weak.


I dug my own grave out this motherfucker
I made my bed and will lie in it.


So I gotta hustle and gamble
I need to work hard and take risks to survive.


But before I split, believe I leavin' shit in shambles
Before I leave, I'll cause chaos and destruction.


It's a long plane ride, but a nigga gotta survive
The journey is difficult, but I must survive.


I'm still wanted dead or alive
The authorities are still after me.


I'm turnin' the city morgue to a deli
I'm killing so many people that the morgue becomes a business.


Was in the belly of the beast now the beast is in my belly
I was once in danger, and now I am the danger.


I gotta get up more loot
I need to earn more money.


Time to throw back on the army suits and Timberland boots
I need to wear my military gear and boots again.


Blast at the niggaz from the East New York scene
Shoot at the people from the East New York area.


I got my man see with me from Fort Greene
My friend See is with me from Fort Greene neighborhood.


Al Capone, D Creative G, and peep my man named be
I'm with Al Capone, D Creative G, and my friend Be.


Ready to peel caps like potatoes
Ready to shoot people in the head.


Kev and Akinyele's on the lookout
Kev and Akinyele are watching out for trouble.


Up in the spot, niggaz are crooked out and took out
Inside the place, people are killing each other.


There goes a brain, there goes a liver
I shot a person's brain and then their liver.


Ain't no time, for dumpin' niggaz in the river
No time to dispose of the bodies in the river.


I ain't lovin you niggaz no more
I'm no longer fond of these people.


It's time for the chainsaw
Time to dismember bodies with a chainsaw.


Off with the legs, arms, and head later
Remove limbs then decapitate later.


And throw the shit down in the incinerator
Dispose of the human remains in the furnace.


Now it's time to get some motherfuckin' revenge
Time to get vengeance.


To the nigga that stuck me in jail
To the person that put me in jail.


I sent his momma's fingers to him in the mail
I sent his mother's fingers to him as a message.


Caught up with his ass inside the tenth floor hall
Found him on the tenth floor hallway.


Painted the motherfuckin' walls
Shot him multiple times until walls were covered in blood.


Never mind having balls, you niggaz better duck and dive
Don't only depend on your courage, also evade and hide.


I'm still wanted dead or alive
The authorities are still after me.


Aiyyo Jinx, bust em in they motherfuckin' face
Jinx, shoot them in the face.


"I pop in my cool G. Rap and Polo tape"
I listen to my favorite music while killing people.


They was straight goin' out like a gunner
They were dying quickly.


Because a nigga's wanted, I'm even hunted by bounty hunters
I'm being chased not only by the authorities but also by bounty hunters.


But I'm spittin' out bigger lead
I'm shooting bullets more powerful than usual.


They got about a half a million dollar reward on a nigga's head
There is a reward of half a million dollars for my capture.


But I murdered the whole crew
I killed everyone in their gang.


I saw they spirits leave they bodies and I shot at them bitches too
I saw their souls leave their bodies and shot at them even after they were already dead.


I put the nine to their it's so simple
I shot them with my 9mm gun.


Now that's what I call a Holy Temple
God would approve of my violence.


You put a nigga to the test
You challenged me.


But if you fuck with me, then you fuckin with the best
If you mess with me, you'll be dealing with the most skilled person.


I'm wettin niggaz and I'm fleein G
I'm shooting people and then running away.


'Cause Sing-Sing ? ? ? ain't seein' me
Even Sing-Sing prison cannot keep me locked up.


You gettin' zipped up in leather
I'm going to kill you and then wrap you in a leather body bag.


'Cause if your ass leaks once, then your ass leaks forever
If you bleed once, you'll keep bleeding forever.


To the nigga that threatened my life
To the person who put a hit on me.


Went up to his crib, started wettin' his wife
Went to his house and shot his wife.


Nigga hidin' in a closet
He was hiding in a closet.


Checked his ass, and made a motherfuckin' deposit
Killed him and left his dead body there.


Sucker tried to get live
He tried to confront me.


Yeah, I'm still wanted dead or alive
The authorities are still after me.




Lyrics © Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Artist Dubose, Gerald Gillum, Gilbert Milam, ARTIST JULIUS DUBOSE, GARY KEMP

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