THE ALCHEMIST - Tesla lyrics

rate me

feat. Domo Genesis, Freddie Gibbs & Hodgy Beats

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