That's That

Uh, ALC out this motherfucker
(A-A-A-A-Alchemist) k-Keep the pen moving

That's that
That's that I don't even think just write
That's that, tell you somethin', eyo listen

Eyo, hard work pays off so
I take them days off
My phone out of control so
The ringer stays off
In the lab cookin' a batch I'm
Just trying to cake off
Got these dudes watchin' my moves I'm
Just tryin' to shake off
Separate the real from the fake I'm
Just tryin' to break off
We'll be in front of the whole world
And watch me take off made a name
Rate the game now watch how we make off
Spit the loot up with the troops
Watch how we break off
You ain't cut from the same cloth
I cut a snake off i get my weight off
Many different plates that I ate off
Yeah, some are foul trying to imitate
The style but they're way off
I'm a workaholic
Rapping's what I'm makin' my pay off
Except I never get, laid off or take days off
Machines never turn off
Switches don't even say off
Been hearin' all the talkin' but
My hair's get gray off
So I focus on the path that
I'm barkin' and don't stray off

You got me talkin' like an alien-s
Like we don't pop it off everytime
Must be out your fuckin' mind
Nigga ain't rule the Grammy
And all these niggas's bitch
Plus all lost their fuckin' sense
I put 'em to bed
In broad daylight gangster, rockabye kid
Got your motherfuckin' head
Bust it low, some motherfucker head

That's that
I don't know nothing about Alchemist
(A-A-A-A-Alchemist) k-Keep the pen moving
That's that, that's that
That's that, I don't even think just write
That's that, that's that
(Check, who is it)

It's the H dolo
Same position all up in my photo
Jail pose, like being ankle tossed the floor
This ain't old
We thug clubs gettin' them hoes drunk
My home wished that in the air
We got them things in somethin' pop off
With the crew we finish them
I throw it back Long Island, ice tea sippin'
Bartender on my dick your
Drink's a little stressin'
See my niggas wilding
I tell them slow down dippin'
Keep my demeanor and you
Will see a difference
Niggas act up then and become bitches
Grab your lipsticks
Don't do it to your self I'll
Have you them missing them summers
Like Jay-Z had by
I rode with nothing but gunners
Y'all feel this shit, go get the plummer
Strikes snapping from me you
Ain't no general thunn
Yeah yeah but I know where this thing from
How I first came in the game
And got that bread son

You got me talkin' like an alien-s
Like we don't pop it off everytime
Must be out your fuckin' mind
Nigga ain't rule the Grammy
And all these niggas's bitch
Plus all lost their fuckin' sense
I put 'em to bed
In broad daylight gangster, rockabye kid
Got your motherfuckin' head
Bust it low, some motherfucker head

Yeah, uh huh I feel this one right here
Who is it? It's about to get real hot
If it ain't hot already, yeah
Fuck outta' here