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The Alchemist - Confessions Lyrics

[Intro: Prodigy]
Uh, yeah, uh-huh
I hear you
I hear you
Yo, yo

[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Late night, I can't sleep, I get dressed
4 a.m, I'm gon' get cigarettes
Grab my hoodie for the light drizzle
Hit the curb, what's the word with the night shifters
On that grizzly grime, they said "P"
"That nigga you was looking for, I saw him up the street"
"He was parkin' his car, probably still there"
"Hot-boxin' with little shorty with the hair"
Who, that bitch with the cheap red weave? "Yeah, that smut"
Aight, cool, I'm out, good lookin' out, dunn
Made my way up the block to the spot where they saw the joker
That's why I never leave home without the toaster
I saw his radio lights through the rear tint
I stepped in front of the car so he could see the hit
The look on his face was priceless
The bitch micro braids caught fire with the fifth
Put pieces of her wig on the seats in the back
Now there's weed smoke pouring out the bullet hole glass
Turn the gun on him, he trying to float
Trying to run up out the car, but left on his seat belt
Now the nigga going ham in the whip
'Cause them shots tearing him up and thunderclappin'
[Chorus: Prodigy]
There's six million ways to die, I'll choose for you
I live by the gun when you try to move on me
I stick to the script, sometimes, I'm too loyal
I step away, get the fools off me
Sucker free, get these fools off me
I step away, get the fools off me
Sucker free, get these fools off me
Yeah

[Verse 2: Prodigy]
You can bet the house that I'm holdin'
Blackjack her face or maybe poker
Face for comin' at me the wrong way
Dawg, I ain't wan' do it to you
You the one that came with that aggressive shit
Now you want to cop out
In hood court, I'll put your gangsta on trial, you blew it
Now it's time to face the music of the Israeli uzi
That murder music, this dumbin' season, I hunt humans
But I never find niggas when I go lookin'
They always seem to fall in my hands
Like, nigga, don't blame me, this is really God's plan
Ope, there he go
What the fuck? Nigga pickin' up his kid from the school bus
Now how shall I proceed?
Do the nigga dirty right in front of his seed?
So the little bitch grow up traumatized, a witness
To how ugly life can be, it is what it is
They walkin' up the way holdin' hands, look
I drove ahead of them and got out for the ambush
There's no thinkin' twice, the dark-skinned nigga turned white
'Fore that first shot knocked out his lights
Now, babygirl screamin' hysterically
'Cause she gon' spend most her life inside therapy
Spitting image of her pops
So I smacked the little ho with the gun then I walked around the block
The police buggin', I left the chariot still runnin'
Forgive me, Lord, he had it comin'
[Chorus: Prodigy]
There's six million ways to die, I'll choose for you
I live by the gun when you try to move on me
I stick to the script, sometimes, I'm too loyal
I step away, get the fools off me
Sucker free, get these fools off me
I step away, get the fools off me
Sucker free, get these fools off me