You heard that essays are deep, but we deeper than you think
G-spot gonna hit you with the whole kitchen sink
Don't blink, I think my * don't stink
And I'm colder than the ice that made the Titanic sink
If you * up, you're gonna find your ass swimming
Men can be bitches, so I only * with women
A-L-T, that's me, the good fella
In Los, I'm dope, but up north they say hella
Back in the days, I was a dope seller
Now I'm legit, I buy stocks with Jerry Hella
Multiple mates, estates in many states
Homie, don't clown, I'm the Brown Bill Gates
No game, sign throwin', bitch, ain't you knowin'
G's don't set goals, we keep on goin'
Five thousand a pound, twenty-five for a song
And it's * like this, homie, all night long
A-L-T comin' with more heat, like a pyro
G-spot got smoke, like hydros
Who's ain't knowin', Nino?
What they gon' trip when the wax start to spiral?
A-L-T comin' with more heat, like a pyro
G-spot got smoke, like hydros
Who's ain't knowin', Nino?


What they gon' trip when the wax start to spiral?
Can you picture my ass hangin' out with the high class?
I used to sell glass and still go to mass
Now I hang out with the rich and politicians
They hire me to send my little homies out on missions
Ooh, I thought you knew it's true about the president
Cause that bitch suck my *, too
I'm makin' boo-coo bucks, we come through like Mack trucks
Tony did some magic, we got voodoo luck
While you stuck on stupid, I'm fly like Cupid
We make G *, fool
Now take a old hit and lube it
Not in the West, and we don't smoke cess
If we outta town, we get our chronic UPS
Best run if Nino Brown
Draw down, or play like a domino
When all fall down, five thousand a pound
Twenty-five for a song, and it's * like this, bitch, all night long
A-L-T comin' with more heat, like a pyro
G-spot got smoke, like hydros
Who's ain't knowin', Nino?
What they gon' trip when the wax start to spiral?
A-L-T comin' with more heat, like a pyro


A-L-T comin' with more heat, like a pyro
Who's ain't knowin', Nino?
What they gon' trip when the wax start to spiral?
They call us Gambino's, originals
We're heard but unseen, except in the casinos
You could catch me at the * table
With a rep from my label and a bitch with a pierced navel
Throwin' down cash, gettin' bucked
But I could give a * about a little bit of bad luck
If you ain't got the cash to lose, then don't floss
Homie, 10 G's a roll ain't shittin' and I lost
But it was worth the look of the little fool who shook the dice
He crapped out, now he scared of the crook
It's all good, I think a little fool white chip
Took a sip of my scotch and threw the dealer a tip
Dipped out to the sportsbook
Took a look at the money line
But my honey looked mighty fine
5,000 a pound, 25 for a song
I'ma call it a night and * all night long
A-L-T comin' with more heat, like a pyro
G-spot got smoke, like hydros
Who's ain't knowin', Nino?
What they gon' trip when the wax start to spiral?



A-L-T comin' with more heat, like a pyro
G-spot got smoke, like hydros
Who's ain't knowin', Nino?
What they gon' trip when the wax start to spiral?