Scientology

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