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The Alchemist - Tesla Lyrics

[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]
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'd 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?
Nigga's 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 who bring the heat to the kitchen

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
God bless the child that got his fucking own
ESGN we left that other label fuck alone
Up under the mask, in front of the stove, bitch, I'm right at home
We shipping the load and dip in some Vogues, you know what we riding on
East side, Five-Trey gang banger, caine slanger
Smokin the best in the Tesla electical, bitches I'm lane changing
You know I threw some Forgies on that fucker
Bring in the swish unless you ready to jump in orgies
When I bust, I made a movie out that groupie, told your bitch to play the lead in that
My nigga was hitting, while I'm in the kitchen straight zipping up a freezer pack
I'm about to bring the beeper back
Do you believe in that? Hell yeah, I know you do
These ' is motor rolling boots, it's literally the shit to live by
Die to , get high to ; they fucking with Gangsta Gibbs
Whether they Crip walk, or Piru, 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
[Verse 3: Hodgy Beats]
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, negro