Ex-Machina - Alex Wiley

Young nigga stay up

Chilling in my lair

Dunking on my fears

Thank the man upstairs

Oh wow, imma have to pull up with the pump

Imma pull up on your block and tell you this ain’t what you want (woo!)

Young nigga stay up

Chilling in my lair

Dunking all my fears

Thank the man upstairs

Oh oh oh oh oh oh

I’m at one with it all

I’m at one with it all

Never settle for never come when they call

Be one with your god

Homie don’t fuck wit'

Don’t be on fuck shit

Fuck the republic

Don’t let the gov’ment & the DEA

And they clutch all your substance

See my CD playing tell me you loved it

Which one was your jam?

New York with the fam, stuffing the grams, bumping the Cam

All over the globe, but what do you know, this nigga is gone

What were the odds

Keep playing your cards

How come every time I’m in the kitchen you be in the kitchen?

Free to my addiction

I don’t need no intervention

I be on a mission

I be in them Pippens

I be booty grippin'

Perfect world, boys are prolly never trippin'

That’s not why we live, it is what it is

I know what I want, you get what you give

I’m blowing a piff, I’m pouring a fifth

Let’s roll to the crib

You know what it is

You know what it is

I was and my spirit a-rise

Illustrated through the pen, upon which our love just appears

The way we, go

Away we, flow