Make It Out Alive 1982 (Ft. Crooked I & Freddie Gibbs)

[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