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Album: Wu-Tang: The Saga Continues (2017)
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  • That's when my heart turned cold
    I'm a product of the block
    We used to cook the product in the pot
    Add soda to turn the product into rock
    It's in my DNA, you see it started with my pops
    In his hayday he probably put your Father in a box
    In my hayday, I probably put the product in my sock
    Ain't no vacay, the props become a problem when it's hot, mayday mayday
    But no charge, I'm nutty with the bars that's a payday
    So bruh, this ain't even a bar, this is hey, hey
    Back up in the trunk with tha AK
    Each line pack a Fabolous punch, no diss to Ray J
    Nah, see I don't dab and I don't nae nae
    Got bottles comin' out, warriors come out and play, aye
    Just know I'm grade A, get a slice of bread
    Okay, some hoods love me, some would like me dead
    Okay, my goon hungry, his eyes is red
    But he clumsy, go whoops upside your head

    We had dro' and po', suckas
    Range Rovers flood up the rucka
    Me and thousand chains on, I got put up on
    Ever green baggies, sellin' capsules, runnin' in classrooms
    Slick bastards get C.R.E.A.M, yelling cash rule
    Smile like Pacquiao, but under the leather
    Hold a mac with no pump and up one note the Grammy hour
    Cold chemists taste the flow
    It's numb meets copper rum, bluntin' off the get back
    Salute me then one, I'm out
    Off to the races, my blazes ain't patient
    They want to spray shit
    Get elephant blown for stalking race shit
    Jammies carry nitrogen, light up a section
    Like I'm on Vicodin
    Fuck with the righteous men, and we fightinen'
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, the rebels is here
    Metals and gear, gettin' fried off of medical, that's incredible
    The fliest, the most notorious why it's happen those liars
    Off niggas heads like papayas

    Before I polly
    Red lightin' the Bob Marley
    So I can cypher God bodies from the John Gotti's
    Everybody a voss, sayin that time's money
    Women injections, leave em with odd bodies
    Babies having babies, wearing Old Navy
    Robbin' old ladies, that's a product of no home trainin'
    I show you the ropes, I'm narrating Al Haymon
    I told lighty, if I hate him, I'mma violate him
    I'm not a shooter, but I know shooters
    And if them shooters don't shoot up
    I'll go suit up, Redman and the W
    It's televised
    We ain't them niggas
    Media telling hella lies (fuck you)
    This a campfire of a vampire
    I don't sleep, but
    Through the amplifier
    And every nigga got something to say
    I'm like, yeah okay, y'all corny anyway
    Doc

    People say
    Love is just a energy
    Dealing with the claim baby
    (Oh baby)

    My team hard, makin' 'em lean hard
    You see more riders lined up
    Then you see at a theme park
    My queen hot, makin' the scene pop
    Routine op, online gangstas
    I'm givin' them screenshots
    Hard written lyrics to God, right?
    What's the tale, sick as Hell
    Christian Bale from the Dark Knight
    On sight, foggin' your fog lights
    Your dog's like Swayze at the Road house
    Down for the bar fight
    Like this like a IG pic, before
    The seahawks twenty four I been on that b shit
    Pussy you wack, something like a cheap trick
    Mike in the Billy Jean vid, I got the streets lit
    Shining star, find another you gon' find it hard
    Certain death that could walk off with minor scars
    Firing squad, defying the odds
    And the flow solitary just me behind the bars

    Sparks up the bulletproof
    Game face intensity
    Inclined ingenuity
    Tech criminology
    Sharp mathematically
    Certified recognized by every eye worldwide
    Back to the streets of the do or die hustler
    I understand politics consistent, never quit
    Super star write hits
    Come have a listen y'all
    Get money flippin' it, scriptin' it record it
    Fans then applaud it, ship a hundred mill
    They bought and took a snort of it
    Quotes like heroin coke mixed with dope
    Have a overdose, cardiac
    Allah spin the beat back
    Watch the magnetic attract em, club pack em
    They stiff cause the wisdom is swift when I'm attackin'

    People say
    Love is just a energy
    Dealing with the claim baby
    (Oh baby) Writer/s: Clifford Smith, Corey Woods, Elgin Evander Turner, Jason Hunter, Muhammad Adul, Reggie Noble, Ronald Maurice Bean
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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