Got a couple enemies that used to be my friends Stay subtle, motherfucker, if I find you then you're dead I'ma treble all the trouble, aim the fire at your neck King Scarlxrd, motherfucker, you scared All these rich bitches wanna fuck me You ain't got digits, you bluffing I been on a mission, still running I'll keep all your secrets if you're lucky Nigga, when you see me, say nothing All my life, I've wanted this Now I've got it, I feel sick So addicted, I can't rest Bitch, I'm lost inside my head (Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!) I fucking feel alive (go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!) Name a motherfucker this bad, name a motherfucker this bad (Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!) I fucking feel alive (go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!) Name a motherfucker this bad, name a motherfucker this bad (yeah) I wanna vibe outside my mind, it's fucking crazy I wanna let go of my flaws (name a motherfucker this bad) And when I'm high, they think I'm way too fucking crazy I wanna live inside my core (name a motherfucker this bad) Rising from the ashes like a Phoenix And I got the passion, yes, I need it And I'm on these tracks again, I need it I ain't coming back until I feel it Lay it on the track until they feel me again Pussy, you know I'm build different, Young Scarlxrd too efficient Know when I get in, I kill shit Easy with the dub, I'm winning Getting to the work for the digits, it's easy, it's done All my life, I've wanted this Now I've got it, I feel sick So addicted, I can't rest Bitch, I'm lost inside my head (Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!) I fucking feel alive (go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!) Name a motherfucker this bad, name a motherfucker this bad (Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!) I fucking feel alive (go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!) Name a motherfucker this bad, name a motherfucker this bad (yeah) I wanna vibe outside my mind, it's fucking crazy I wanna let go of my flaws (name a motherfucker this bad) And when I'm high, they think I'm way too fucking crazy I wanna live inside my core (name a motherfucker this bad)

Yeah Walkin' to the party I'm feelin' myself Walkin' to the party I ain't feelin' no one else I said, tonight is gonna be my night I'm feelin' alive I don't know about you But I feel so alive Cmon' I said Yeah I feel so alive I feel so alive I feel so alive I feel so alive And now we're feelin' it and uh I feel so alive (Aahh, oh) I feel so alive Gotta feel it with ya vibe, baby gotta I feel so alive I'm feelin' alive, I'm feelin' alive, and then uh I feel s-, feel s-, feel s- Feel s-, feel s-, feel s-, feel s- Billy bobby get your body [?] And you're bobbin' up and down baby I'm feelin everybody's body too They got a glass of wine I said shake it, baby, cheers, pop it, celebrate the shit with everybody Uh I'm feelin' myself tonight I'm gonna party all night, gonna party in the mornin' I'm gonna feel it every night and do the [?] I feel so alive (Aahh) I feel so alive I feel so alive I feel so alive I feel so alive I feel so alive

Intro (Boastin): ...You know the rude boy, them from Botkyrka At the tiger... some? round town, downtown. Leave it alone, come in kings. Refräng (Dogge): Passa micken och stick len Och lämna den där fattiga blicken, ey len. Passa micken och stick len Och lämna den där fattiga blicken, ey len. Vers 1 (Dogge): Så djävla många snubbar som greppar micken Men snubbar vet inte hur man ska rocka micken. För mycket djävla tricks, len, spana in mixen, Slipad som en diamant, fett som en elefant. Riktig gigant djävla betong-hiphop, Ingen djävla keff toplistpop. Stop, som en taxi, kaxi som baxi Käkar alla jävlar som ett kex till frukost Som cornflakes, inget komplex, i stället Fet djävla text, för hela 19 96. Refräng (Dogge): Passa micken och stick len Och lämna den där fattiga blicken, ey len Passa micken och stick len Och lämna den där fattiga blicken, ey len Vers 2 (Boastin): ...latino... music... To kill the sheep, to kill the goat. To take the knife and cut the throat. Cellphone... checking a call, laugh at joke, MC I boast. ...rapping a rap, joking a joke. Make no trouble, take no dope, only ganja am I smoke. Shoting 'em up like Robin Hood, Say shoting 'em up like Clint Eastwood. Sa, sa, sa, quick, quick, quick. Flashing around tounge like... ...black magic, so. Refräng (Dogge): Passa micken och stick len Och lämna den där fattiga blicken, ey len. Passa micken och stick len Och lämna den där fattiga blicken, ey len. Vers 3 (Dogge): Dogge och Boastin i den fetaste komberna, Tronen håller sig till hiphop-traditionen. Latin Kings skakar om hela nationen Med den rätta tonen från betonggenerationen. Riktiga kungar som softar på tronen Medan djävulen stångar med dom feta hornen. Bäst att vara på sin vakt, dags för bonanza-slakt, Dogge är på jakt, för mycket jävla skitsnack. Som skivbolagen med kontrakten, för många år på nacken, Så sakta i backen. Du vet, Som en nål i höstacken, för mycket snack, len Men lite verkstad. Orre, orre, kraftigt sänkt, Använd skallen, vakna upp och börja tänk, Lägg in hjärnan innan du startar käften. Passa micken och du vet vem som är bäst, len. Refräng (Dogge): Passa micken och stick len Och lämna den där fattiga blicken, ey len. Passa micken och stick len Och lämna den där fattiga blicken, ey len. Vers 4 (Boastin): Professional around... we can be legal and we musican... Daddy Boastin I be general. Serious, we dangerous, we... Inside, outside, upside-down I lova-lova round and round. ...latino king upon the man of the town, so. Refräng (Dogge): Passa micken och stick len Och lämna den där fattiga blicken, ey len. Passa micken och stick len Och lämna den där fattiga blicken, ey len.

Ruby red jewelry, she looking like she bloody, It's just me, irene and mary, cruisin listening to Cudi. And it's funny, 'cause the dashboard lit up, Cop pulled us over, baby, you should sit up. And I'm sick of all these rappers, talking stupid shit, stupid shit, Make 'em pay attention so you can google it, google it. Me and Alexander had a plan to make the world shake, What you'd call that? Earthquake. Bow down to some kings, everybody rap now, niggas, don't think But what you call this shit, this shit here, top ten play, maybe album of the year. Bow down to some kings, everybody rap now, niggas, don't think But what you call this shit, this shit here, top ten play, maybe album of the year. Album of the year. album of the year, album of the year, album of the year. Welcome to the world of no shame, the clubs are all lame, A couple skinny bitches and drugs with no name. The universe made us, these niggas hate us, Argue bout favorites, too busy to make it, Too busy, I'm aiming, who's coming, I'm waiting Salvador Dali hardly as amazing Flow covers the truth, the show covers the booth My religion's universal, heard a lot of blues. Made a promise to my uncle, you gon get the car you wanted, You should probably ghost write, you don't make that shit look haunted Shout to moses for the vibe, alah for the verses, A christian and a muslim make a motherfucker perfect. Ruby red jewelry, she looking like she bloody, It's just me, irene and mary, cruisin listening to Cudi. And it's funny, 'cause the dashboard lit up, Cop pulled us over, baby, you should sit up. And I'm sick of all these rappers, talking stupid shit, stupid shit, Make 'em pay attention so you can google it, google it. Me and Alexander had a plan to make the world shake, What you'd call that? Earthquake. Bow down to some kings, everybody rap now, niggas, don't think But what you call this shit, this shit here, top ten play, maybe album of the year. Bow down to some kings, everybody rap now, niggas, don't think But what you call this shit, this shit here, top ten play, maybe album of the year. Album of the year. album of the year, album of the year, album of the year.