[Intro: Prodigy & Alchemist]
(Whoo Kid)
Uh, ALC out this motherfucker (Can't forget, Alchemist)
(A-A-A-A-)
Keep the—, keep the—, keep the pen movin’
(Nonstop)
That's that
That's that, I don’t even think
That's that, let me tell you somethin'
[Verse 1: Alchemist]
Ayo, hard work pays off so I take them days off
My phone out of control so the ringer stays off
In the lab cookin' a batch, I'm just tryna cake off
Got these dudes watchin' my moves, I'm just tryna shake off
Separate the real from the fake, I'm just tryna break off
We’ll be in front of the whole world, and watch me take off
Made a name, rate the game now watch how we make off
Spit the loot up with the troops, watch how we break off
You ain’t cut from the same cloth, I cut a snake off
I get my weight off, many different plates that I ate off
Yeah, some are foul tryna imitate the style but they're way off
I’m a workaholic, rapping's what I'm makin' my pay off
Except I never get, laid off or take days off
Machines never turn off, switches don’t even say "Off"
Been hearin' all the talkin' but my hair's get gray off
So I focus on the path that I'm barkin' and don't stray off
[Chorus: Prodigy]
You got me talkin' like they Alien S
Like we don't pop it off every time
Must be out your fuckin' mind, nigga ain't rule the Grammy
Man, all these nigga's is bitch
Must have lost your fuckin' sense, I put 'em to bed
In broad daylight gangster, rockabye kid
You must be out your motherfuckin' head
Must have lost your motherfuckin' head
[Break: The Alchemist]
That's that (I don't know nothin' about Alchemist)
That's that (A-A-A-A-Alchemist)
Keep the—, keep the—, keep the pen movin'
That's that
That's that
That's that
That's that
That's that
[Verse 2: Havoc]
It's the H dolo, same position all up in my photo
Jail pose, like being ankle tossed the floor, this ain't old
We thug clubs gettin' them hoes drunk
My home whispered in the air, we got them things in
Somethin' pop off with the crew, we finish them
I throw it back, Long Island, ice tea sippin'
Bartender on my dick, your drink's a little stressin'
See my niggas wilding, I tell them slow down, dippin'
Peep my demeanor and you will see a difference
Niggas act up then and become bitches, grab your lipsticks
Don't do it to yourself, I'll have you them missing them summers
Like Jay-Z had by, I rode with nothing but gunners
Y'all feel this shit, go get the plumber
Strikes snapping from me, you ain't no general gun
They hate, but I know where this stem from
How I first came in the game and got that bread son
[Chorus: Prodigy]
You got me talkin' like they Alien S
Like we don't pop it off every time
Must be out your fuckin' mind, nigga ain't rule the Grammy
Man, all these nigga's is bitch
Must have lost your fuckin' sense, I put 'em to bed
In broad daylight gangster, rockabye kid
You must be out your motherfuckin' head
Must have lost your motherfuckin' head
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