Larry June, The Alchemist, Evidence - Left No Evidence lyrics
Larry June [Larry Eugene Hendricks] San Francisco, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
The Alchemist [Alan Daniel Maman] Beverly Hills, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Larry June, The Alchemist, Evidence - Left No Evidence lyrics]
You gon' lose a lot of
People when you better yourself cold game
We outside, though numbers
Ayy ayy ayy, ayy ayy ayy uh, uh
Good job, numbers
No second impression on first entrance
Hit's when I'm swingin' for the fences (Gone)
A lot of shit I did, I didn't mention
A lot of shit I did for
No credit and good intention
A lot of shit I said that deaded friendship
Uh rappers basic, they lack imagination
Backwards statements at me
God blessed me for my acts of patience
Roads that's leading home like all
The train tracks to stations
Ran through a string of queens
The king is back to aces (Back to aces)
A dirty game but I'm an optimist
When they say it's all the same
I say the opposite
Cook on the chopping block
Crook if you choppin' bricks
Put it in reverse 'til we
Fuckin' first then watchin' flicks
Doin' cocky shit like makin'
Heat to floppy disks lA won't let me rock no
Ice without a hockey stick (LA, LA)
Think sun and dirty oxygen
Ain't no boundaries boxin' him
Ain't clockin' out or clockin' in
I'm nasty, North Face with the rocket in it
Half a (Uh) in my TUMI backpack
'bout to rock the shit (Numbers)
Doin' push-ups, I'm off the grid, clockin' in
Count a half a ticket
Then I wash hands and pay some bills
I walked in the room and I light it up
(Light it up)
And I ain't even rock my ice today
It's a cold summer
(Lookin' at this track enough
Makin' sure them loads comin')
You can keep the whole kitchen, nigga
Just keep them bowls comin'
Mind on a different mode
Blow a hundred casual
Invest a hundred casual
Flip it to a hundred more
I've been on ground patrol
Tryna shake the black and white
Chemist like Al in the kitchen
When I whip the (Uh)
Chops in the back seat
Drop with the tan seats (Man)
Nigga, don't compare me
(Nah) , I be in my own league (Numbers)
Project baby, made it out
Took a better route
Fuck the drought, niggas want steam
Bring the irons out lions out
(Pay me somethin' for low for
This, check it out, uh)
You niggas know the drill: you either
Get down or lay down
Overseas base, SL coupe, no plates
Blue tints in the FN match the blue face
I'm too seasoned
Push the F8 Spider for no reason
I remember pushin' somethin' hot
Had the touch of Jeezy
It's too easy, I'm cool breeze, a new season
Too genius, niggas feel me, uh
People when you better yourself cold game
We outside, though numbers
Ayy ayy ayy, ayy ayy ayy uh, uh
Good job, numbers
No second impression on first entrance
Hit's when I'm swingin' for the fences (Gone)
A lot of shit I did, I didn't mention
A lot of shit I did for
No credit and good intention
A lot of shit I said that deaded friendship
Uh rappers basic, they lack imagination
Backwards statements at me
God blessed me for my acts of patience
Roads that's leading home like all
The train tracks to stations
Ran through a string of queens
The king is back to aces (Back to aces)
A dirty game but I'm an optimist
When they say it's all the same
I say the opposite
Cook on the chopping block
Crook if you choppin' bricks
Put it in reverse 'til we
Fuckin' first then watchin' flicks
Doin' cocky shit like makin'
Heat to floppy disks lA won't let me rock no
Ice without a hockey stick (LA, LA)
Think sun and dirty oxygen
Ain't no boundaries boxin' him
Ain't clockin' out or clockin' in
I'm nasty, North Face with the rocket in it
Half a (Uh) in my TUMI backpack
'bout to rock the shit (Numbers)
Doin' push-ups, I'm off the grid, clockin' in
Count a half a ticket
Then I wash hands and pay some bills
I walked in the room and I light it up
(Light it up)
And I ain't even rock my ice today
It's a cold summer
(Lookin' at this track enough
Makin' sure them loads comin')
You can keep the whole kitchen, nigga
Just keep them bowls comin'
Mind on a different mode
Blow a hundred casual
Invest a hundred casual
Flip it to a hundred more
I've been on ground patrol
Tryna shake the black and white
Chemist like Al in the kitchen
When I whip the (Uh)
Chops in the back seat
Drop with the tan seats (Man)
Nigga, don't compare me
(Nah) , I be in my own league (Numbers)
Project baby, made it out
Took a better route
Fuck the drought, niggas want steam
Bring the irons out lions out
(Pay me somethin' for low for
This, check it out, uh)
You niggas know the drill: you either
Get down or lay down
Overseas base, SL coupe, no plates
Blue tints in the FN match the blue face
I'm too seasoned
Push the F8 Spider for no reason
I remember pushin' somethin' hot
Had the touch of Jeezy
It's too easy, I'm cool breeze, a new season
Too genius, niggas feel me, uh