Boldy James, The Alchemist, Evidence - Grey October lyrics
The Alchemist [Alan Daniel Maman] Beverly Hills, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Boldy James, The Alchemist, Evidence - Grey October lyrics]
'Chemist, Concrete, Evidence
Blockworks, where we at with it?
Still the same ConCreature, Little Moochie
James Clay Jones I I I
Since Auntie Colleen and Uncle Speedy
Stayed on the 1st the 6-4 YBX, bold and cold
I keep it funky with my folkers
Huntin' with my poachers
Slumpin' with the vultures
Stock pilin' with the brokers
Baseline it to them smokers, Tony
We ain't the only dopers
Servin' all these pops, I move
Fuckin' up the culture
Monkey nuts in that Corolla
Ride foreign but it's stolen
Gone off that doja, runnin' from the rollers
Stick like remote controller
Quick to shoot to the K like I'm Colin
Chip on my shoulder
Scrapin' up them extras and them overs
Mixed the yola with the baking soda
My uncle said he hid them
Brickies in my baby stroller
These bitches so moody and shifty
Tryna play me closer
I sold some blueys for the Griffey
Caught a eight at Kroger's
When Noonie found out he got killed
It brought our pain some closure
So if you shoot me, better kill me
Keep that same composure
Shit, I done 30 on my gas when 28 is over
All of this murder on my mind
It's hard to face it sober
On the hunt for Grey October
"So, what's your position about religion?"
"I believe in God, uh
Do you believe in God?" "Yes, I do"
"I pray every day, pray every day, I try to"
(Turn that shit up)
I don't run away from danger
I'm better running towards it
All my words are just a letter
Short of swords and I enforceth
Missing all my players when I hit
The streets but Evi didn't forfeit (Nope)
Rising from the scorched earth
I roll it up and torch it
Two different careers like I'm
Two different people
Two different years, one life, no sequel
Trip, you inspired or you desperate
Uh, you either full or you desolate
I walk a different line of truth unperfected
(yeah)
What I bring inside this booth is uninspected
It ain't checkmate yet but on my checklist
(Check) put the flowers on the ground
And then it's breakfast
Things to do, all within a day's time
Was never made man
(alright) , until I made mine
You in the game or you hatin' (uh)
Either way, you either playin' or you waitin'
(or you waitin')
"Hell, I ain't got no money, Rabbit
I ain't got no money"
"Well, I know you ain't lyin'
With the money the bears took
We gon' go buy our own gun"
"You don't need no more guns now"
"But I sees how them guns is mighty nice
But I hate to let the
Congregation think that the boys
Was being frugal by not buying more"
Blockworks, where we at with it?
Still the same ConCreature, Little Moochie
James Clay Jones I I I
Since Auntie Colleen and Uncle Speedy
Stayed on the 1st the 6-4 YBX, bold and cold
I keep it funky with my folkers
Huntin' with my poachers
Slumpin' with the vultures
Stock pilin' with the brokers
Baseline it to them smokers, Tony
We ain't the only dopers
Servin' all these pops, I move
Fuckin' up the culture
Monkey nuts in that Corolla
Ride foreign but it's stolen
Gone off that doja, runnin' from the rollers
Stick like remote controller
Quick to shoot to the K like I'm Colin
Chip on my shoulder
Scrapin' up them extras and them overs
Mixed the yola with the baking soda
My uncle said he hid them
Brickies in my baby stroller
These bitches so moody and shifty
Tryna play me closer
I sold some blueys for the Griffey
Caught a eight at Kroger's
When Noonie found out he got killed
It brought our pain some closure
So if you shoot me, better kill me
Keep that same composure
Shit, I done 30 on my gas when 28 is over
All of this murder on my mind
It's hard to face it sober
On the hunt for Grey October
"So, what's your position about religion?"
"I believe in God, uh
Do you believe in God?" "Yes, I do"
"I pray every day, pray every day, I try to"
(Turn that shit up)
I don't run away from danger
I'm better running towards it
All my words are just a letter
Short of swords and I enforceth
Missing all my players when I hit
The streets but Evi didn't forfeit (Nope)
Rising from the scorched earth
I roll it up and torch it
Two different careers like I'm
Two different people
Two different years, one life, no sequel
Trip, you inspired or you desperate
Uh, you either full or you desolate
I walk a different line of truth unperfected
(yeah)
What I bring inside this booth is uninspected
It ain't checkmate yet but on my checklist
(Check) put the flowers on the ground
And then it's breakfast
Things to do, all within a day's time
Was never made man
(alright) , until I made mine
You in the game or you hatin' (uh)
Either way, you either playin' or you waitin'
(or you waitin')
"Hell, I ain't got no money, Rabbit
I ain't got no money"
"Well, I know you ain't lyin'
With the money the bears took
We gon' go buy our own gun"
"You don't need no more guns now"
"But I sees how them guns is mighty nice
But I hate to let the
Congregation think that the boys
Was being frugal by not buying more"