Scientology
๐ต 1922 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:19 duration
๐ ID: 12357162
๐ Lyrics
Let me talk to 'em
This what it come to
Uh
Look what the wind blew in
You just beginnin' what I been doin'
Open your cranium with a drill, let a pen screw in
Kick the door, force the Allen Iverson shoe in
Playin' both sides all up on the fence, you been (what you gon' do?)
Scratch me, I'm poppin' up to the events you spin (surprise)
Need security, so many dead and buried, presidential spin
Sunk beneath 90-percent limo tints, I sit
Gold belt buckle enhancements intense my drip
Gymnastics I perfected in a sense my flip
Any record suggested to be rinsed, I skip
I'm stubborn and hard-headed (nah, fuck that)
See a cloud of smoke and the car jetted
Put a stamp on the product, it was marketed (that's me)
Raise the bar, set it above where your arms stretchin'
Havin' dreams I was losin' steam, you far-fetchin' (it's not possible)
Tires rub members only like The Friars' Club
Pliers tuggin' on you, wrap the body with a wire plug
Throw it straight from the boat, not a designer drug
Climbin' up the ladder of success until I'm high enough
I'm drippy, won't bust a fit until I'm dry enough
Wow, must've been away too long, because (uh-huh)
My feelings are dead
Yo, check me out now (I, uh)
I feel no remorse
H-A-V-O the chosen, stay golden
Let a nigga get all his roses, stay focused
One door closed, another one just opened
One M, two M, three Ms, every day a weekend
Goin' off the deep end with ALC
Knowin' we the best, come on, they all see
This one or that one? Fuck it, take all three
Hatin' on yourself when you hate on me
We Godly, they not even probably
Things got rocky, only made me Rocky
Wait up, nigga, my weight up, nigga
Every verse you heard, I ate, nigga
Walk in the park for us, the bars is up
I don't rock with them lames, in Mobb we trust
Cradle to the grave, fucker
H-class ALC, my day-oner
Alchemist, P, The Infamous, ALC
When you put it in your fuckin' CD player
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
This what it come to
Uh
Look what the wind blew in
You just beginnin' what I been doin'
Open your cranium with a drill, let a pen screw in
Kick the door, force the Allen Iverson shoe in
Playin' both sides all up on the fence, you been (what you gon' do?)
Scratch me, I'm poppin' up to the events you spin (surprise)
Need security, so many dead and buried, presidential spin
Sunk beneath 90-percent limo tints, I sit
Gold belt buckle enhancements intense my drip
Gymnastics I perfected in a sense my flip
Any record suggested to be rinsed, I skip
I'm stubborn and hard-headed (nah, fuck that)
See a cloud of smoke and the car jetted
Put a stamp on the product, it was marketed (that's me)
Raise the bar, set it above where your arms stretchin'
Havin' dreams I was losin' steam, you far-fetchin' (it's not possible)
Tires rub members only like The Friars' Club
Pliers tuggin' on you, wrap the body with a wire plug
Throw it straight from the boat, not a designer drug
Climbin' up the ladder of success until I'm high enough
I'm drippy, won't bust a fit until I'm dry enough
Wow, must've been away too long, because (uh-huh)
My feelings are dead
Yo, check me out now (I, uh)
I feel no remorse
H-A-V-O the chosen, stay golden
Let a nigga get all his roses, stay focused
One door closed, another one just opened
One M, two M, three Ms, every day a weekend
Goin' off the deep end with ALC
Knowin' we the best, come on, they all see
This one or that one? Fuck it, take all three
Hatin' on yourself when you hate on me
We Godly, they not even probably
Things got rocky, only made me Rocky
Wait up, nigga, my weight up, nigga
Every verse you heard, I ate, nigga
Walk in the park for us, the bars is up
I don't rock with them lames, in Mobb we trust
Cradle to the grave, fucker
H-class ALC, my day-oner
Alchemist, P, The Infamous, ALC
When you put it in your fuckin' CD player
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:05.57] Let me talk to 'em
[00:07.21] This what it come to
[00:09.13] Uh
[00:10.32] Look what the wind blew in
[00:11.93] You just beginnin' what I been doin'
[00:14.41] Open your cranium with a drill, let a pen screw in
[00:16.94] Kick the door, force the Allen Iverson shoe in
[00:19.39] Playin' both sides all up on the fence, you been (what you gon' do?)
[00:21.70] Scratch me, I'm poppin' up to the events you spin (surprise)
[00:24.28] Need security, so many dead and buried, presidential spin
[00:27.28] Sunk beneath 90-percent limo tints, I sit
[00:29.65] Gold belt buckle enhancements intense my drip
[00:31.94] Gymnastics I perfected in a sense my flip
[00:34.29] Any record suggested to be rinsed, I skip
[00:36.74] I'm stubborn and hard-headed (nah, fuck that)
[00:38.71] See a cloud of smoke and the car jetted
[00:40.89] Put a stamp on the product, it was marketed (that's me)
[00:43.25] Raise the bar, set it above where your arms stretchin'
[00:45.62] Havin' dreams I was losin' steam, you far-fetchin' (it's not possible)
[00:48.32] Tires rub members only like The Friars' Club
[00:50.34] Pliers tuggin' on you, wrap the body with a wire plug
[00:52.88] Throw it straight from the boat, not a designer drug
[00:55.14] Climbin' up the ladder of success until I'm high enough
[00:57.68] I'm drippy, won't bust a fit until I'm dry enough
[01:00.04] Wow, must've been away too long, because (uh-huh)
[01:03.04] My feelings are dead
[01:03.29] Yo, check me out now (I, uh)
[01:06.09] I feel no remorse
[01:06.75] H-A-V-O the chosen, stay golden
[01:09.35] Let a nigga get all his roses, stay focused
[01:11.71] One door closed, another one just opened
[01:14.13] One M, two M, three Ms, every day a weekend
[01:17.16] Goin' off the deep end with ALC
[01:19.45] Knowin' we the best, come on, they all see
[01:21.85] This one or that one? Fuck it, take all three
[01:24.30] Hatin' on yourself when you hate on me
[01:26.66] We Godly, they not even probably
[01:28.50] Things got rocky, only made me Rocky
[01:31.29] Wait up, nigga, my weight up, nigga
[01:33.46] Every verse you heard, I ate, nigga
[01:36.08] Walk in the park for us, the bars is up
[01:38.27] I don't rock with them lames, in Mobb we trust
[01:41.12] Cradle to the grave, fucker
[01:42.92] H-class ALC, my day-oner
[01:45.71]
[02:05.17] Alchemist, P, The Infamous, ALC
[02:11.67] When you put it in your fuckin' CD player
[02:13.74] That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
[02:15.56]
[00:07.21] This what it come to
[00:09.13] Uh
[00:10.32] Look what the wind blew in
[00:11.93] You just beginnin' what I been doin'
[00:14.41] Open your cranium with a drill, let a pen screw in
[00:16.94] Kick the door, force the Allen Iverson shoe in
[00:19.39] Playin' both sides all up on the fence, you been (what you gon' do?)
[00:21.70] Scratch me, I'm poppin' up to the events you spin (surprise)
[00:24.28] Need security, so many dead and buried, presidential spin
[00:27.28] Sunk beneath 90-percent limo tints, I sit
[00:29.65] Gold belt buckle enhancements intense my drip
[00:31.94] Gymnastics I perfected in a sense my flip
[00:34.29] Any record suggested to be rinsed, I skip
[00:36.74] I'm stubborn and hard-headed (nah, fuck that)
[00:38.71] See a cloud of smoke and the car jetted
[00:40.89] Put a stamp on the product, it was marketed (that's me)
[00:43.25] Raise the bar, set it above where your arms stretchin'
[00:45.62] Havin' dreams I was losin' steam, you far-fetchin' (it's not possible)
[00:48.32] Tires rub members only like The Friars' Club
[00:50.34] Pliers tuggin' on you, wrap the body with a wire plug
[00:52.88] Throw it straight from the boat, not a designer drug
[00:55.14] Climbin' up the ladder of success until I'm high enough
[00:57.68] I'm drippy, won't bust a fit until I'm dry enough
[01:00.04] Wow, must've been away too long, because (uh-huh)
[01:03.04] My feelings are dead
[01:03.29] Yo, check me out now (I, uh)
[01:06.09] I feel no remorse
[01:06.75] H-A-V-O the chosen, stay golden
[01:09.35] Let a nigga get all his roses, stay focused
[01:11.71] One door closed, another one just opened
[01:14.13] One M, two M, three Ms, every day a weekend
[01:17.16] Goin' off the deep end with ALC
[01:19.45] Knowin' we the best, come on, they all see
[01:21.85] This one or that one? Fuck it, take all three
[01:24.30] Hatin' on yourself when you hate on me
[01:26.66] We Godly, they not even probably
[01:28.50] Things got rocky, only made me Rocky
[01:31.29] Wait up, nigga, my weight up, nigga
[01:33.46] Every verse you heard, I ate, nigga
[01:36.08] Walk in the park for us, the bars is up
[01:38.27] I don't rock with them lames, in Mobb we trust
[01:41.12] Cradle to the grave, fucker
[01:42.92] H-class ALC, my day-oner
[01:45.71]
[02:05.17] Alchemist, P, The Infamous, ALC
[02:11.67] When you put it in your fuckin' CD player
[02:13.74] That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
[02:15.56]