Look Alive

Tom : Dm
Dm F Dm
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Em Bb
Yeah yeah (ooh)
Dm F
Yeah (ooh)
Dm Em Bb
6 God, BlocBoy, 6 God, BlocBoy, ooh
  Dm   F      Dm     Em      Bb     Am      F     Dm
6 God, BlocBoy, 6 God, BlocBoy, ooh (BlocBoy, 6 God)
Em Bb
Yeah (hey)

[Chorus: Drake & BlocBoy JB]
Dm Bb Dm
901 Shelby Drive, look alive, look alive ('live)
Bb Dm
Niggas came up on this side, now they on the other side
Bb Dm
Oh well, fuck 'em, dawg, we gon' see how hard they ride (huh, fuck 'em)
Bb Dm
I get racks to go outside, and I split it with the guys (outside)
Bb Dm
We up on the other side, niggas actin' like we tied
Bb Dm
I've been gone since like July, niggas actin' like I died
Bb Dm
They won't be expectin' shit when Capo go to slide (hah)

[Próxima Parte]
Bb Dm
'Cause I told them that we put that shit behind us, but I lied (hah)

[Verse 1: Drake]
Bb
Ayy, ayy, look who I'm around, man
Bb
If I fucked up, I'ma be downtown, man
Bb
Fourth floor bound, man, that's if I get caught, man
Bb Bb
Pushed me to the edge, so it really ain't my mothafuckin' fault, man
I'm not to blame, man
Bb
This fuckin' industry is cutthroat, I'm not the same, man
Bb
And I could let you check the tag, now, I'm rockin' name brand
Bb
I'm only chasin' after bags, now I got a game plan
Bb
And I'm out here with the woo!

[Chorus: Drake & BlocBoy JB]
Dm Bb Dm
700, three high fives, look alive, look alive ('live)

[Próxima Parte]
Bb Dm
'Cause I told them that we put that shit behind us, but I (hah)

[Verse 2: BlocBoy JB]
Dm
Bitch, come through (through), you, and you (you)
Dm
I'ma get the money, D-D-Drizzy get the loot (the loot)
Dm
Pull up with that Draco (huh)
Bb
Play with Drake and I'ma shoot (that's on my mama)
Dm
My-my weapon be an instrument, man I'll blow you like a flute (rrra)
Dm
N-n-nigga play so he feelin' it (feelin' it)
P-p-pull up broad day with a K, now he shiverin' (he shiverin')
Dm
Drop a nigga like he litterin' (huh)
We at the door like we the delivery (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dm
He not a plug, he middle man (middle man)
Dm
That-that nigga brown like cinnamon (cinnamon)
Dm
I got the rounds like Sugar Ray Robinson (uh)
N.C.
Shot to the chest have you gaspin' for oxygen (shots)
Dm
I'ma spray 'em, just like Febreze (huh, like Febreze)
Dm
Came a long way from sittin' in the nosebleeds (in the nosebleeds)
Dm
Now a nigga on the floor talkin' to the athletes (to the athletes
Dm
Now I'm so close to the game I could steal the stat sheet (stat sheet)
It's Bloc

[Chorus: Drake & BlocBoy JB]
Dm Bb Dm
901 Shelby Drive, look alive, look alive ('live)

[Próxima Parte]
Bb Dm
'Cause I told them that we put that shit behind us, but I lied (hah)