The Alchemist, Obie Trice - I'm Back lyrics
The Alchemist [Alan Daniel Maman] Beverly Hills, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
[The Alchemist, Obie Trice - I'm Back lyrics]
"You better check your files" echoes
A-A-A-A-Al-Al-Al-Alchemist
I'm onery honestly, I ain't gotta be cocky
It's a aura about my persona I be rockin
You can't ever knock me, I'm old triclops
My mental vision is clearer
Than the red eye drops
Niggas stop, I really came from grams, 100's
Grams and onions with major plans to run shit
Rubber band man like fam that's Southern
Nigga this is the truth
This ain't a jam for frontin
Obie Trice, the first black rap artist
To reach a platinum plaque
From where home exists (yes)
And they hold me down but
Of course you got haters
Haters, get 16 shots, now who's your favorite
Made it honestly, without havin to rob ya
Honestly you should be happy I'm
Not up in ya Honda
Or your Capris, capiche? You scared
I'm a beast on these beats
Releasin masterpieces
"Cheers" was the debut
Look what a nigga gave you
Your dollar spent well instead of
Me tryin to play you
Now it's my second effort, effortless
The weapon is still kept in
The scrotum section and
I still rep my wreckless set screw crabs
They're underneath the earth restin
'Til I'm beneath the dirt
Show me a nigga hotter God
Damnit I'll invest in him (woo)
Nigga got it locked, ain't no testin him
Plus I got a Glock that'll
Subtract chest on him
A-A-A-A-Al-Al-Al-Alchemist
I'm onery honestly, I ain't gotta be cocky
It's a aura about my persona I be rockin
You can't ever knock me, I'm old triclops
My mental vision is clearer
Than the red eye drops
Niggas stop, I really came from grams, 100's
Grams and onions with major plans to run shit
Rubber band man like fam that's Southern
Nigga this is the truth
This ain't a jam for frontin
Obie Trice, the first black rap artist
To reach a platinum plaque
From where home exists (yes)
And they hold me down but
Of course you got haters
Haters, get 16 shots, now who's your favorite
Made it honestly, without havin to rob ya
Honestly you should be happy I'm
Not up in ya Honda
Or your Capris, capiche? You scared
I'm a beast on these beats
Releasin masterpieces
"Cheers" was the debut
Look what a nigga gave you
Your dollar spent well instead of
Me tryin to play you
Now it's my second effort, effortless
The weapon is still kept in
The scrotum section and
I still rep my wreckless set screw crabs
They're underneath the earth restin
'Til I'm beneath the dirt
Show me a nigga hotter God
Damnit I'll invest in him (woo)
Nigga got it locked, ain't no testin him
Plus I got a Glock that'll
Subtract chest on him