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A-A-A-A-Alchemist All praises (All praises) To the most high (To the most high) Haven't been asleep (Brr) I heard shots all through night (Brr, shots all through night, brr) Be grateful (Be grateful) Wrong or right (Wrong or right, ah) Just hung up a collect call They tryna give my nigga life (Tryna give my nigga life) We gracious (We gracious) We tasteless (We tasteless) We made it (We made it) We made it (We made it) Four hundred bands on that new Rolls Cullinan Fifty on my wrist, had to dap 'em with the other hand Gettin' money hand over fist, almost upped on him Damn, just a fan who want a pic Ridin' dirty through New Orleans with them yams and them grits Up the thirty in the morning, we be jammin' on the strip In the trap with the blow and the pills, we in Upper Split, they think I rap Streets know I'm still playin' with them bricks Still known to keep a Sig, still laid up in the six Stashin' in your BM crib, still payin' bitches rent King of the drug zone, felt betrayed when niggas switched SongtexteSeen many come and go, niggas came and niggas went What else? Live at the main event Palm Angels on the tee, five eighty for the drip Burberry, no buckle, LV on the kicks Naked lady on the Royce, big Bs on that Ben thing All praises (All praises) To the most high (To the most high) Haven't been asleep (Brr) I heard shots all through night (Brr, shots all through night, brr) Be grateful (Be grateful) Wrong or right (Wrong or right, ah) Just hung up a collect call They tryna give my nigga life (Tryna give my nigga life) We gracious (We gracious) We tasteless (We tasteless) We made it (We made it) We made it (We made it, ahaha) Yeah, I sold shit, you told shit (Damn), I let niggas hold shit (Uh huh) Roc-A-Fella startup money, come home on parole kits (Mmm) Smell of coke in my clothes, that's just a sign of us No matter what, my connect will remain anonymous (Shh) That's just a stereotype, they ain't definin' us (Nah) Unlimited funds, ain't no declinin' us Everybody woke now (Uh huh), they want us to vote now (Yo) COVID-19 is the stamp on the dope now (Woo) Still puttin' trees up, so they can pull the rope down Used to be the Ziploc, I get it off the boat now (Yo) From treadin' and learnin' how to swim, I just float now (Aha) Pop up in the hood to show 'em it's still hope 'round Niggas did bids (Uh huh), other niggas died (Damn) Luckily we made it, other niggas tried (Sorry) Never let 'em jam you, no prints on the hammer (Uh uh) And make all the sales off camera, word up Aus Songtexte Mania