Jabroni - The Alchemist

Jabroni - The Alchemist

Альбом
Rapper's Best Friend 4: An Instrumental Series
Год
2017
Язык
`Engelska`
Длительность
199600

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Jabroni

The Alchemist

I growed up lookin' up to wrestlin'

I found it was fake and started hustlin'

Momma told me if you put the muscle in

You gon' make a lot of fuckin' millions

Call it M&Ms, M&M, M&Ms, M&M

You gon' make a lot of fuckin' millions

Call it M&Ms, M&M

Chinchilla on, it’s a hundred degrees

All this ice on, body on freeze

Came up runnin' from the police

Now I got the M&Ms, I tell the pig freeze

Remember bad bitches used to want me spendin' cheese

Now I’m on TV, I get the pussy just for free

And I like my money straight no perm just for me

If you try to catch up with me, yeah I’m out your league

Went and copped the Lambo just for the speed

I took your hoe and had to put her on her knees

Row your boat, her mouth is water like the sea

The pussy got me sea-sick, I need some Dramamine

Offset, my dreams was drivin' the Phantom

In reality I was just trappin'

All the robberies and the kidnappin'

It’s a dirty game, you need a napkin

When you got millions, they’ll try to assassin

When it come to music, got a passion

We legendary, not the average

Takeoff

All of my niggas had dreams, I put on my Louboutin, in red carpet scene

On the block, tryna' make some work, had to sort the fiend

Had to pick the pot, Billie Jean

I was a regular nigga, now people call me a celebrity nigga

Walkin' around with the M&M, M&M niggas

They call me a decimal nigga

Feeling like Peter Piper walkin' around with 'em peppers

I might go and pet me a nigga

Pull up in the Bentley with bulletproof windows

Migos sellin' out the Staples center

My homies told me stop being modest and stunt a lil'

Cause most of these rappers just rap, and they never touch a mil

I’m just being honest, cuz God, he done made us prophets

To profit, no other option, my pockets is on Uncle Phil

Bitches audition for me, I keep her runnin' drills

Ain’t no controllin' these hoes, the dome is mentally ill

Death to the enemy, ain’t no rest til the death of me

Got it locked, penitentiary

Money mountains, Beverly Hills

Woah, it’s Mac of all trades

Anything you all need shit I have it all day

It’s big cash small change, goin' fast in all lanes

They was sleepin' on me, but I got 'em Adderall wake now

There’s no denying me, bonified fire every time I speak the champ

One man dynasty, walk

Why you so sensitive, feminine

I’ve arrived, let me in motherfucker

Gotdamn

I growed up lookin' up to wrestlin'

I found it was fake and started hustlin'

Momma told me if you put the muscle in

You gonna make a lot of fuckin' millions

Call it M&Ms, M&M, M&Ms, M&M

You gonna make a lot of fuckin' millions

Call it M&Ms, M&M

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