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The Alchemist feat. Domo Genesis, Freddie Gibbs & Hodgy Beats - Tesla lyrics

Dear Lord, have mercy on me
I don't give a fuck about none of you niggas
I'm one person homie
One nigga in the cruel world
I used to picture myself in the sky
And now I'm soaring through the cool worlds
Ain't it funny how thoughts work
I'm steaming marijuana 'cause I figure it's clockwork
A matter of seconds, I'm innocent
Now it's, I'm watching diminishing power
I'm watching all the latest who sooner devour
And I just want a piece of that
Free from all the greed of the prestigious cats
I plead they never take my soul from me and I'll bleed for that
Do you believe in that?
Niggas hearts weak, I can feel it
That's why I hardly speak, only visions
I only keep my focus on these missions
Can't nothing breach it
Wolf Gang with no secret or misses
Bring the heat to the kitchen

God bless the child that got us fucking on
The SDM, we left that other nigga fucker gone
Up under the mass, in front of the stove, bitch, I'm right at home
We shipping the load and ditch the modes, you know we riding on
East side, fight, tray gang banger, gang slanger
Spoken the best and the tesla, logical beats, I'm lane changing
You know I do the forges on that fucker
Bring in the swish unless you ready to dump in the '
When I bust, I made a movie out that movie, told your bitch to play the lead
My niggas was hitting, while I'mma get it, straight zipping up a freezer pack
Without the green to beat the bag
Bitches will lead to that, hell yeah, I know you do
These ' is motor rolling boots, it's literally the shit to live by
That, too, you had to, they fucking with gangsta kids
Whether they good walk, the fly roof, the dope gang, these hot boots
So pop back as I do, bitch
I said the dope gang was my boots, sold my past as I do, bitch

And I just broke up with my bitch
Told her get the fuck out my whip
Yellow bricks is the money, her name is rich
You get clotheslined stitched if you snitch, snitch
I got one clip and I don't miss, bitch
You're like a bird to the scarecrow, a pharaoh
I am, hit a nigga with a rare bow
But with aero prepared to release through narrow ghettos
My position is bare flow, Flintstone rocks, I know you smell me nigga
I'm getting money, money is good, what can you tell me, nigga?
Nothing, comprendre? I'm popping cd's and sensei
I cover my mouth and hold my tongue for shit I can't say
Ate her a couple of months, now this house full of hella squishy
Pussy, don't try to push me, I'm star diving, free falling
Get off of who? These nuts, free balling
You got one for and I got four number three calling
Keep it 300 or 3 stacks, I never act but I'm 'bout the action when I react
  • Year
  • 2013

  • Genre

  • Submitted
  • Jul 15, 2013

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