Boldy James, The Alchemist - Great AdventuresThe Alchemist lyrics
The Alchemist [Alan Daniel Maman] Beverly Hills, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Boldy James, The Alchemist - Great AdventuresThe Alchemist lyrics]
Where we at with it, Ali? It's ConCreatures
Blockworks, let's get it
Was hoppin' out that black van
(Like the A Team)
Them hard times had a nigga in all black
Robbin' like I was Batman (yeah)
Heard he sittin' on a pack
Bleed him like a Tampax (Brr)
Run up in his pad
A nigga spig's gettin' ram shacked
Last pill I took, went on a bad trip
(We thought)
But the man from my dark past'll
Leave you in the past tense (Uh)
Spot off a crack spit
We cop them crashed whips
Weigh the work wet, let it dry on the napkin
(Skrrt)
Chauncey want a Billups, Chucky want a Atkins
(227) cuddy doin' twenty dollar fill-ups
Swipin' on the platinum Mastercard
Head nigga back in charge
Slap you with a hundred large
Mirror in his back pocket
He just practice lookin' hard
Whippin' crack up in the pot
Cookin' up in pickle jars
Had a drive-through trap on
West Grand Boulevard doggy just a yes man
I heard the nigga took a charge
Over some merch, lift up his shirt
Can see the bullet scars
Just took the staples out his
Stomach 'bout a month ago
He took off with a cake and
We chopped up his mother bungalow (Skrrt)
Got snatched up by the detectives
Wanna know what I know
We only let off fifty but this
Clip come with a hundred more
Servin' all the clucks in the O
I was next to blow (Ayy)
Had to line my ducks in a row
Tell 'em check the score three seconds left
Inbound pass was Scottie Pippen (Shoot)
We got the game tied up, Ali, stop trippin'
(We scorin') where we at?
Blockworks, let's get it
Was hoppin' out that black van
(Like the A Team)
Them hard times had a nigga in all black
Robbin' like I was Batman (yeah)
Heard he sittin' on a pack
Bleed him like a Tampax (Brr)
Run up in his pad
A nigga spig's gettin' ram shacked
Last pill I took, went on a bad trip
(We thought)
But the man from my dark past'll
Leave you in the past tense (Uh)
Spot off a crack spit
We cop them crashed whips
Weigh the work wet, let it dry on the napkin
(Skrrt)
Chauncey want a Billups, Chucky want a Atkins
(227) cuddy doin' twenty dollar fill-ups
Swipin' on the platinum Mastercard
Head nigga back in charge
Slap you with a hundred large
Mirror in his back pocket
He just practice lookin' hard
Whippin' crack up in the pot
Cookin' up in pickle jars
Had a drive-through trap on
West Grand Boulevard doggy just a yes man
I heard the nigga took a charge
Over some merch, lift up his shirt
Can see the bullet scars
Just took the staples out his
Stomach 'bout a month ago
He took off with a cake and
We chopped up his mother bungalow (Skrrt)
Got snatched up by the detectives
Wanna know what I know
We only let off fifty but this
Clip come with a hundred more
Servin' all the clucks in the O
I was next to blow (Ayy)
Had to line my ducks in a row
Tell 'em check the score three seconds left
Inbound pass was Scottie Pippen (Shoot)
We got the game tied up, Ali, stop trippin'
(We scorin') where we at?