The Type - The Alchemist, Curren$y, Prodigy

Let the little homie kick it in the auto shop with us

Long as he can make store runs and keep his mouth shut

Same way I came up

All my triple o’s was hood famous

Nice guy surrounded by wolves, wild dangerous that’s where I gained this cool

Walk this talk, you trying to duplicate and make tools

All you do is make fools of yourselves

Underground jewels testa copping pot, wallet in the wishing well

Evidence, niggas can fail

Tryna get close to the jet code

But it will never get deciphere by a rookie pilot

That’s why I sit opposite to drive a 63 impala bad bitch

Change steering wheel guidence

I’m out the window sky watching, plotting as usual

That’s what I’m doing when I’m quite

Can’t remember shorty name but she had that loud pack

The other night in tallahasse and I thank her for that

Fine, freaky with her legs behind her back

In the wee hours of the morning, picture mailin that she horny

But love I’m tryna fuck with this money

We bust raps like d-boys bust gats, we the type of people that don’t burry the

axe

We bust raps like d boys bust gats, we the type of people cutluss, monte carlo,

regals

We bust raps like d-boys bust gats, we the type of people that don’t burry the

axe

We bust raps like d boys bust gats, we the type of people cutluss, monte carlo,

regals

We bust raps like we bust these gats, we the type of people that don’t bury the

hatch

We bust raps like we bust these gats, we the type of people chevy’s and gmc’s to

We bust raps like we bust these gats, we the type that don’t bury the hatch

We bust raps like we bust these gats, we the type of people chevy’s and gmc’s to

Fuck it, it’s the life of the shooting star

Gotta move smart

Can’t get caught slipping there all wanna see me fall

Take my punches like a troop but take my loses like a man

And come with the territory, take the good with the bad

Throw the dice watch them tumble where they land so big

Everything is not strategic, sometime we risk our life

Sometime we risk our love, our money and our freedom

Fuck that bullshit we feed it, to see if you gone eat it

In new york we manipulate naive dummies

We beat you on the head it’s just game we be running

Sometime, but most of the time we don’t play

They can’t figure us out, we like it that way

The road to the riches so long I be catch blisters

All these crabs in a bucket pull you down tryna get em

Every man for them self, every women won’t bags and shoes

We the type of people that’ll find you