I Ain’t Dead Yet X-Raided

[Verse 1: X-Raided]
It makes me wonder if you got good intentions
Or would you really like to see me R.I.P
We used to kick it on the daily basis
G.B.C. love, now you're coming at me with this fake shit
Take it with a grain of salt, down the shit like tequila
Bitter with the sweeter
Nigga got locked up, my homies didn't show me "1-Luv" like E-40
I maintain the status of a Blocc G
None of you muthafuckas will ever stop me
I know you mad, nigga, that's why you Raided hating
I just kick back while all this shit is marinating
I let it all add up then I'ma be subtracting niggas domes with a little bit of triggernometry
Now I'm rolling solo, me and the siccness
I don't need no assistant to handle my business
Nigga, got your speakers shaking
Beats still hitting even though you kept bullshitting
Faking on me, supposed to be my homie
You dont give a fuck about the X is all you show me

[Chorus: X-Raided]
Open up the casket, nigga, I ain't dead yet
Ash to ash, dust to dust ain't been said yet
Don't pour out your 4-0 ounce
Never liked St. Ides anyway but it's the thought that counts
Open up the casket, I ain't dead yet
Ash to ash, dust to dust ain't been said yet
Nigga, don't pour out your 40 ounce
Never liked St. Ides anyway but it's the thought that counts