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Yeah Al, HB West Coast Yeah Eyes closed and my heart open Just to get this off my chest, it left my heart broken Seein' how goofys will move for the green Sayin' we on the same team, but, what do that mean? Why build a bridge just to watch n***** set it ablaze? Don't get me heated, ain't no way to control the inferno Feel the spirit of Prodigy, I've been keepin' it thorough I'd rather do it by my lonely than fake with the pack And if you can't stay down, then stay where you at I feel like we the new standard I'm goin' over the matters from information I gathered I'm findin' the answers I've been readin' over the chapters, they doctorin' up the numbers Forgin' all of they data, my godly values Speak at high volumes without ever havin' to be the loudest in the room I move like a commander in the military You ain't even qualified, get past the preliminaries Separate award winners (True), from award presenters (Uh) I seen some evil done, I'm still shakin' off the jitters I'm comin' with the thunder, yeah, I'm goin' Thor with the hammer Was countin' six, seven, eights before I lived in Atlanta Letras de cancionesIt's my heart that make me different, this link is apocalyptic Me and Alc' movin' purer than n***** in our division I'm tired of actin' like this shit ain't watered down for real Fuckin' nine to fiver, you can't relate to this type of feel, nah Gave you boys a break, now y'all gotta deal with me I tried to give 'em the game, they ain't keep it real with me I had homies that was supposed to come up and get rich with me Had some shorties that was supposed to stay down and have kids with me Long story, it's a lot Now my circle's so small that it's closer to a dot They thought I was reppin' Grape Street I'm turnin' up the watts while I'm beatin' up the pots, yeah Right now I'm speakin' with my chest out Smoke to prevent from gettin' stressed out The Lamborghini got the breast out (Nasty bitch) I'm workin' with a different type of textile Everything's simple, Janet, and a protect-al (If you know you know) I'm not a vegan, I'm a reptile My appetite for destruction is very triflin', no cipherin' (Don't do that) Don't go to clubs if I can't sneak a rifle in (Uh) Got paper in circulation, we keep it cyclin' (Spinnin') We don't do collaboration, it's a business-merger Cut a pie, split a burger, and make it stretch like a fitness worker I'm on my shit for certain On stage checkin' the mic behind a custom Dr. Romanelli curtain (One-two, one-two) I'll give you extra cuts like a deluxe version Couple stripes when I'm finished, you'll need a cut surgeon Hits drummin', got the truck swervin' Meetings with a tucked shirt in, you can never put enough work in (Nope) I put a couple hundred K hours in, days without showerin' No vase to put a flower in (Nope) No paper to put the sour in Still no way l'ma throw the towel in Me and HB standin' 5'7" and still lookin' down on bums and towerin' You never heard it like this Back to back, beat for beat, ayy, bring it back I gave you boys a break, now y'all gotta deal with me I tried to give 'em the game, they ain't keep it real with me I had homies all supposed to come up and get rich with me Had some shorties all supposed to stay down and have kids with me Long story, it's a lot Now my circle so small that it's closer to a dot They thought I was reppin' Grape Street I'm turnin' up the watts, n****, beatin' up the pots, yeah From Letras Mania