Tesla lyrics

[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]
Dear lord have mercy on me
I don't give a f*ck about none of you n*ggas
I'm one person homie
One n*gga in the cruel world
I used to picture myself in the sky
And now I'm soaring through the cool worlds
Ain't it funny how thoughts work
I'm steaming marijuana cause I figure it's clockwork
A matter of seconds, I'm innocent
Now it's, I'm watching diminishing power
I'm watching all the latest who'd sooner devour
And I just want a piece of that
Free from all the greed of the prestigious cats
I plead they never take my soul from me and I'll bleed for that
Do you believe in that?
n*gga's hearts weak, I can feel it
That's why I hardly speak, only visions
I only keep my focus on these missions, can't nothing breach it
Wolf Gang with no secret or misses who bring the heat to the kitchen

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
God bless the child that got his f*cking own
ESGN we left that other label f*ck alone
Up under the mask, in front of the stove, b*tch, I'm right at home
We shipping the load and dip in some Vogues, you know what we riding on
 East side, Five-Trey gang banger, caine slanger
Smokin the best in the Tesla electical, b*tches I'm lane changing
You know I threw some Forgies on that f*cker
Bring in the swish unless you ready to jump in orgies
When I bust, I made a movie out that groupie, told your b*tch to play the lead in that
My n*gga was hitting, while I'm in the kitchen straight zipping up a freezer pack
I'm about to bring the beeper back
Do you believe in that? Hell yeah, I know you do
These ' is motor rolling boots, it's literally the sh*t to live by
Die to , get high to ; they f*cking with Gangsta Gibbs
Whether they Crip walk, or Piru, the dope gang, these hot boots
So pop back as I do, b*tch
I said the dope gang was my boots, sold my past as I do, b*tch
[Verse 3: Hodgy Beats]
And I just broke up with my b*tch
Told her get the f*ck out my whip
Yellow bricks is the money, her name is rich
 You get clotheslined stitched if you snitch, snitch
I got one clip and I don't miss, b*tch
You're like a bird to the scarecrow, a pharaoh
I am, hit a n*gga with a rare bow
But with aero prepared to release through narrow ghettos
My position is bare flow, Flintstone rocks, I know you smell me n*gga
I'm getting money, money is good, what can you tell me, n*gga?
Nothing, comprendre? I'm popping cd's and sensei
I cover my mouth and hold my tongue for sh*t I can't say
Ate her a couple of months, now this house full of hella squishy
pus*y, don't try to push me, I'm star diving, free falling
Get off of who? These nuts, free balling
You got one for and I got four number three calling
Keep it 300 or 3 stacks, I never act but I'm 'bout the action when I react, negro