متن موزیک
Okay, okay, look
I grew up squeezing pistols outta smoking rentals
That was like candy, it ran through her dental, uh
This yellow tape with Alchemist on instrumentals
I guess I'm solid
Since they judge you on the shit you been through
Who you kin to? Who you friends with?
It ain't no dead weight, it's only deadlifts
Headshots, leave a neck slit
When it come to balling, I hope your niggas set picks
Look, we gotta score
End up on the shore with some Spanish bitches
Each one of them, mi amor
Classic like the Diadoras and wood grain rifles
The company I keep, I consider 'em idols
Look, God mode
You can't see me even if you lost that blindfold
You can't beat me, I Gorilla bitch this Congo, concrete jungle
I know some niggas who lost weight but never lost they muscle
I know some niggas who lost weight but never lost they hustle
Everything scandalous, peach and rugers is muzzled
Just caught a body in my sleep, I need a dream chaser
Pics of John Gotti and me, saved on my screensaver
I put some money on your head, that's a quick weave
Bet they won't even notice he was missing till a week later
I put in pain for this shit, this ain't no cheap labor
'Cause when it come to felonies, it ain't no free favors
Lined him up with two of his mans, gave them three tapers
Motherfuck the blender, we gon' put him in the cheese grater
Yeah, where we at?
From the land of the scant, to the home of the scurvy
Could never put my stamp on it, 'cause he was never sturdy
How I look beefing with some niggas I ain't never heard of?
Younging, he ain't never caught a sentence, quick to catch a murder
Trapping out of state in Louis V, Supreme
Slapping all this bass, I show you why they call me B.B. King
Better leave a nigga be, cause if I'm feeling bothered
Them niggas with them 223s quick to kill a toddler
Wicked thoughts of a demon committing cardinal sin
Pray it keep me shielded from the evil in the hearts of men
Got stripped of all them precious metals, that was gold plated
Lucifer's advocate, the Devil got my soul tainted
Ankle monitor on my foot, out on the bond
Baby Saigon, come to my hood, it look like Lebanon
I'll walk you down with that drum like the second line
And leave your brains on the curb, but don't pay me no never mind
BlockWorks
از این آلبوم
Trouble Man - Instrumental
Flying High • The Alchemist
RIP Tracy (feat. Earl Sweatshirt & billy woods)
Flying High • Earl Sweatshirt, The Alchemist
Midnight Oil (feat. Larry June & Jay Worthy)
Flying High • Larry June, The Alchemist
RIP Tracy - Instrumental
Flying High • The Alchemist
Bless - Instrumental
Flying High • The Alchemist
Midnight Oil - Instrumental
Flying High • The Alchemistآهنگهای مشابه
بیشتر: آهنگهای مشابه
Just Doing Art (feat. Boldy James)
Heads I Win, Tails You Lose • The Alchemist, Boldy James
Nil by Mouth
Mercy • The Alchemist
Note Ascension
Better Than McDonald's • The Alchemist
Dinosaur Jr.
Heads I Win, Tails You Lose • The Alchemist
Watch Out
Heads I Win, Tails You Lose • The Alchemist
The Kosmos Pt. 7 - The Explanation
Russian Roulettte • The Alchemist
Double Hockey Sticks
Bo Jackson • The Alchemist, Boldy James
Draw Something
Lord Steppington • The Alchemist, Evidence
Crisis Phone (feat. Pink Siifu)
Mercy • The Alchemist
Indian Summer
Haram • The Alchemist
Dirtball
Black & Whites • Hit-Boy, The Alchemist, Big Hit
Falling out the Sky
Haram • Earl Sweatshirt, The Alchemist
Sand Castles (feat. Benny the Butcher & Elcamino)
Yacht Rock 2 • The Alchemist, Benny The Butcher
Draw Something
Lord Steppington (Deluxe Version) • The Alchemist, Evidence
You Should Join The Army
Heads I Win, Tails You Lose • The Alchemist
ONBOA47RD
تک آهنگ • Kodak Black, Fivio Foreign
Floor Seats
The Good Book, Vol. 2 • The Alchemist
Congratulations, You Lose
Heads I Win, Tails You Lose • The Alchemist
String Cheese - Bonus Track
Lord Steppington (Deluxe Version) • The Alchemist, Evidence
Murder Goes Down
Albert Einstein: P=mc2 (Deluxe Edition) • Prodigy, The Alchemist