Carved In Stone - The Alchemist

We gettin' our burn

Here we go again

I bet y’all saying to y’all self: «The fuck these niggas last so long, man?»

And my response to that is, I palms don’t ever stop itching, nigga

You know, it’s about that you hear it right now, so…

We back, people, for more money, more jewelry, more vehicles

Less hangers on, tag-alongs, and leech dudes

We back minus that weak label trying to hold us back

Now we gettin' more profits every unit shipped

You gettin' returns, your album ain’t movin' shit

We gettin' our burn in places we don’t even live

We learn you niggas on this game and how to stay afloat

We teach you clowns about some things that y’all don’t know

Like how to bang out songs for 12 years straight

And that’s not all—they all gotta be gangsta

Consistent anthems, put us up against whoever

We got a thing for competition, only make us better

And better and better, I know you can’t believe your ears

You pinching yourself, but doggie, this is all real

Convincing yourself that we Cell Block 4 thugs

Man, that’s how the last nigga got bucked

Homie, don’t get it twisted, I been gettin' money since '90

‘Fore Magic retired and Lakers head coach was Pat Riley

I bone a bitch then bounce, baby girl, don’t mind me

If you mad, take it up with God, that’s how designed me

I’m multi-talented—fuck you think Jive signed me?

The only thing grimey is that pen that you write with

Got your main hoe two-waying me on my Sidekick

Talking how she fuck you but she really don’t like it

About my paper when it come to that hustle, I all-night it

If I ain’t been through it, yo, Havoc won’t bite it

I can’t keep it real for shit, but everything happens for a reason

So I won’t wifey the wrong bitch

I’m a bastard, pimpin' in a Caddy 16

I’m a bastard, pimpin' in a Caddy 16

Y’all know nothin' ‘bout it, make the Maybach look weak

With compartment secretly designed to stash the heat

Yo, these niggas know my style—fuck is wrong with you, doggy?

Know these cannons’ll blast off and make this place foggy

Have everybody in this bitch cramped in the door

I just introduce myself and let the hammer applaud

Yo, niggas know my style—fuck is wrong with you, doggy?

Know these cannons’ll blast off and make this place foggy

Have everybody in this bitch cramped in the door

Running for life, amazing how you could move the crowd with the 4