Feel Alive - Shane Reis, Jay Caron, Mike Be

Man, we just gon' let it ride

And do whatever it takes to feel alive

That’s in your body and spirit and in your mind

And take whatever you want, and that’s fine

Except for mine, because what’s mine is mine, it’s mine

I’m the one even if you’re count’s slow

I’m cold, cold like water when it’s around snow

Maybe that’s basic, but anyway you take it

It’s wrote down, so you get read stripes like Jamaicans

First name Shane, but the Reis is after the David

My shit’s a brand new game in the package, you gotta play it

But it’s a souvenir, you could hear it’s nothing to play with

I’m distinguished with the English, the favorite with the language

I hear 'em talking, but know that we’re not acquainted

And know if I pay attention there’s nothing for me to gain, man

The only to explain it

Is you’re a fan and a wave at the fire, you can’t contain it

While I, I got homies in the deep sea, divin'

And people that don’t take less than a G for they time

And I got people who got the vibe of a tribe, it’s all peace, bro

And the troop that’ll show up in the booth soaked

Man, we just gon' let it ride

And do whatever it takes to feel alive

That’s in your body and spirit and in your mind

And take whatever you want, and that’s fine

Except for mine, because what’s mine is mine, it’s mine

Ugh, I’m the man that other ones admire

Taking notes at my shows to study how to get live-r

They hoping that I retire, nope, I’m too wired

I’m dope, the claim different?

That only means you’re a liar

My fire still burns deep as the ocean floor

These weak swimmers getting ate up by open jaws

I break laws, break rules, paid tolls, paid dues

Seen me comin', start the runnin' 'cause, fucker, I’m bad news

I’m losing never, the talent beyond measure

With my squad on the job, we conquer any endeavor

Whatever it takes, high stakes just keeps my mind right

Connected with my fam, me and Reis?

Yeah, we shine bright

No lime light, just raw life, simple as it seems

It ain’t easy to succeed, we do it by any means

Which means to feel alive, we driving 'em extra miles

We ain’t trying to just survive, we tryna do it with style

Man, we just gon' let it ride

And do whatever it takes to feel alive

That’s in your body and spirit and in your mind

And take whatever you want, and that’s fine

Except for mine, because what’s mine is mine, it’s mine

Man, our team getting cream off the dream that you first abandoned

I smile while these losers grimace, caught 'em purple-handed

The same bros from the Maine coast that make 'em nervous, panic

Son, it’s going down in the East like I reversed the planet

Presume you’re not attuned to how the sale and merch is handled

Around here, only deer getting murked with hammers

My peers sneer when they think I’m near the perfect answer

Every page an empty room, or moon before a person landed

I’m never grown and I’m a student, watch me work the canvas

You lack a smart mind, it’s dark times, go purchase candles

Getting money?

Man, I got to like a cat in Spanish

Destined to prove it till there’s movement in my circumstances

My mind polluted by a nuisance who is gruesome

Lettin' loose for his amusement, he been known to lurk and vanish

I can’t beat him, so I learn to live with him like a shadow

Every day is like a battle where I try to curb his antics

Internal conversation, navigation of my crises

On the path to bigger math, bro, I watched the roads get icey

I could tell you’re jealous by the way you wanna fight me

Got too many new kids and old debt to take this lightly

By any means, I justify the actions of my past

Who’ll be huddled with me when I reach the top at last?

I hope my wife and kids and Shane and Jay, my mom and dad

I hope I handle it with class amid the blast of broken glass

Man, I’m sick… Nah, literally, I’m sick

I woke up with a head cold, but being ill never made me quit

Plus, Shane said Monday night he had to get this mix

So it’s Monday, 3 PM, I chef the truth up pretty quick

We don’t slouch, I might sell the couch

Man, I always maneuver, we only got one shot to get rich

You could break into my house, steal the mouse from my computer

But you still couldn’t fuck with my clique, P Dank in this bitch

Man, we just gon' let it ride

And do whatever it takes to feel alive

That’s in your body and spirit and in your mind

And take whatever you want, and that’s fine

Except for mine, because what’s mine is mine, it’s mine

Yo, I don’t give a motherfuck about these rappin' types that reach for daps and

ask advice

I’m on a path to stack a lot of cash and reach some massive heights

No need to clash and fight, I’m classic, that’s a fact of life

You want the tracks with the crackle and static?

Then ask for Mike

I’m magnifique, form a graphic when I stack the heat

And only answer back for stacks of cash when cats ask for beats

I’m a craftsman, I never had to cheat

And never asked for shit, 'cause all I need’s within my grasp and reach

And enemies I had are changing up their strategies

To only ask for beats and autographs after my last release

Sad to see, I seen the snakes that creep below the grass

I know they love is fake, they reach for shanks when I show my back

Turning like a cul-de-sac, thought I wouldn’t notice that

But I’ll stay cooler than a cold snap out of the polar caps

exactly as honest find a team that’s here

Mike, Jay and Shane’ll be bothered by any means this year

Man, we just gon' let it ride