The Alchemist, Hall, Nash - Judas lyrics

Take a walk i gotta change the reel
I said fuck off ayo (Brr)
Ayo fuck these niggas, yo
Ayo

Three shots left his stomach out
(Boom, boom, boom)
Don't ask, nigga, these ain't comin' out
Niggas tyin' rope around your fam, yo
My shooter so high, the nigga won't land, yo
Wrist a hundred grand, yo
All gold stove, every wall got a Van Gogh
Whipped the work so incredible
Fiend got the pack, bit it
Open like it's edible, lord
SB skater on a hater phantom on Fairfax
They thought I was a Laker (Brr)
Don't get embarrassed by the merit's
Murals of Paris, I ain't never been to Paris
(Never) murals of Phoenix
I ain't never been to Phoenix (Never)
In Tom Ford suit's of
Bobby "The Brain" Heenan (Never)
Boston crab, the whole slab
Before I go broke
I'll get the MAC and the mask
Over the baby crib, my nigga
Where the stash at? My man killed a family
Killed himself and smoked a bad batch
This Margiela on Mad Max
Persian bitch, titties look fake
Plus her ass fat (Woo)
Niggas doubted, now they payin' homage
New deal with money to send
My kids' kids' to college
Ayo, do the knowledge
Ayo, peace to Knxwledge
You niggas garbage (Fuck y'all niggas, man)
Niggas ain't shit, man
Yeah, these niggas garbage

Uh, Fendi monster shit for
Me and my conglomerate
I heard a lot of niggas spit
But nobody that's dominant
Nobody that's consistent and that's obvious
The music speak for it'self and plus
I got murals in other continents
(That's me, nigga)
Most of these rap niggas livin'
In they mama's shit
They pushin' forty and broke (Ha)
Safety on the forty is broke
Uh, I blick until you lose consciousness
(Uh, huh) high school dropout
Spittin' like I got a doctorate degree
I'm what's popping, bitch, you opposite of me
2016, nobody jotted hotter shit than me
You see
Dotted my I's and now I got it to a tee
My goons love me so much
They wanna body shit for free
(Them my niggas man)
Like, fuck fuck the bag, they don't need it
They just wanna squeeze and
Leave you deceased, at least a paraplegic
(yeah)
Hit in my head and walked out of the 'spital
Please believe it (Uh)
Like three days later
Now they comparin' me to Jesus (Haha)
I walked on water, nigga
I made the blind see
Turned water to champagne
Twelve shooters behind me those my disciples
All me verses on a God level, nigga
You should find those in the Bible
(Talk to 'em) look, I don't think no rapper
Can fuck with me (Uh, uh)
Nigga feel different
Tell him to get in touch with me
Rap shit, street shit
Come and see what's up with me
(What's poppin', nigga?)
Fifty round sticks just to
Air out your fuckery (Brr)

Blah blah
Wanna try the red? The red is even better
Let me smell it
It's like that shit we were drinkin' in Paris
Let me try it it's not mouthwash
No, but you wanna aerate it a little bit
Do we just like put a fuckin' shot?
Well, taste it first, see if you like it
I like it, send me
See what else you guys got
Do you like it? It's a little funky
Yeah, it is weird it is, right?
It's mad unfiltered, you like? Pour it up
Just pour it