The Alchemist, Prodigy - Say My Name lyrics
The Alchemist [Alan Daniel Maman] Beverly Hills, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
[The Alchemist, Prodigy - Say My Name lyrics]
Out of touch niggas wanna shit my name
They lost touch with reality long before 2013
Look at me, i'm flyer than a bitch
And your hoe know
She respects my motherfucking dick
Young Alien told me: ''style on em P''
Then he passed me the chee
Alchemist threw on the beat
Let me tell you niggas something dope
Something you can bring it back
Like the cypher smoke
Gangsta hippie, i'm really on some cool shit
But you try to press me, I don't bullshit
It's gonna be bad, it's not gonna be fair
The fuck you take me for
Some type of square?
Look I'm well aware that we are not the same
Polar oposites, I'm active, you a lame
I'm bout it, you ain't, nah
You ain't ready to ride
And hunt human beings
You're not a gambling man
You wouldn't risk your freedom
Say my name three times in the dark
I'll pop up in your bedroom
Pop in on your broad
Say my name hoe, don't try to hold it in
RIP, he colder than the cold wind
Cut him like the Hulk
He bleeding like Jack Frost
My heart been a ice box since I could walk
All I know is pain, don't get me started bro
You know i'm dead serious
You niggas living jokes
I get ghost, long before I hit folks
So I'll be out in Sweden
While you be here wheezing
Blood bubbleing from your nose
Hard to breathe with
Bullets in your lungs and
Statements in your mouth
I be doing niggas favors, exposing rats
And goddamn
This the motherfucking thanks I get?
Sensitive thugs, y'all all need slugs
Lodged in your spinal columns
Roll you like drugs, and persian rugs
I won't even take your money or
That rollie on your cuff
I stick to the script, and incinerate rubbish
Militant, I don't tolerate a
Lot of dumb shit
They lost touch with reality long before 2013
Look at me, i'm flyer than a bitch
And your hoe know
She respects my motherfucking dick
Young Alien told me: ''style on em P''
Then he passed me the chee
Alchemist threw on the beat
Let me tell you niggas something dope
Something you can bring it back
Like the cypher smoke
Gangsta hippie, i'm really on some cool shit
But you try to press me, I don't bullshit
It's gonna be bad, it's not gonna be fair
The fuck you take me for
Some type of square?
Look I'm well aware that we are not the same
Polar oposites, I'm active, you a lame
I'm bout it, you ain't, nah
You ain't ready to ride
And hunt human beings
You're not a gambling man
You wouldn't risk your freedom
Say my name three times in the dark
I'll pop up in your bedroom
Pop in on your broad
Say my name hoe, don't try to hold it in
RIP, he colder than the cold wind
Cut him like the Hulk
He bleeding like Jack Frost
My heart been a ice box since I could walk
All I know is pain, don't get me started bro
You know i'm dead serious
You niggas living jokes
I get ghost, long before I hit folks
So I'll be out in Sweden
While you be here wheezing
Blood bubbleing from your nose
Hard to breathe with
Bullets in your lungs and
Statements in your mouth
I be doing niggas favors, exposing rats
And goddamn
This the motherfucking thanks I get?
Sensitive thugs, y'all all need slugs
Lodged in your spinal columns
Roll you like drugs, and persian rugs
I won't even take your money or
That rollie on your cuff
I stick to the script, and incinerate rubbish
Militant, I don't tolerate a
Lot of dumb shit