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everything allocated
larry june curreny the alchemist
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Uh, damn
Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
Man, what's happenin', Al? Numbers
I'm back at it once again, niggas thought it was a myth (mm)
I got pillows in the back of the machine blowin' piff (mm)
Paid cash for the bill, yeah, the conversation different (damn)
Coppin' assets, thinkin' ahead for the children (ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay)
Feds hit the block, and it ain't never been the same (it ain't never been the same)
Who ever woulda thought that I'd get rich from the shit (uh)
That I learnt in the game? Man, I fought for this shit
Man, it cost for this shit, everything allocated
Look, my money too long to just be worried 'bout a nigga (ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay)
Escargot, might do Paris for the winter (ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay)
Invest a couple million, pull up limited edition (uh)
I ain't even gotta talk about it (uh), house with a loft inside it
Another opportunity, my life so beautiful (life so beautiful)
My stock keep accumulatin', you can't lil'-bro me (uh, yeah)
I'm too smooth (nah), stuck thinkin' Maybachs with no roof (uh)
Or rough all gray with the stock shoes (ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay)
I'm parked at another spot, spark, then I'm headin' out (headin' out)
My conversation light unless you talkin' 'bout breadin' out (ay, shh, numbers)
COD, bring 'em out (uh), make sure it's wrapped well (ay)
Very little clientele (uh), but everything so consistent (damn)
Everything so efficient, niggas know my numbers big (ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay, uh)
So even though my clientele small, touch a mil' quick (mil' quick)
Did it all with no assists, I calculate in my sleep (uh)
I'm Malcolm X with the heat (man), whole different pedigree (ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay)
I got a smoke room in your bitch crib, you never been in
A couch you never sat on, you not allowed up in it
You can't hang with the grown-up, you chillin' out with the big kids
The ones who think they like us but really nowhere nizzear
These niggas actin' wizzeird, all out thin izzair
My ex wish she was still here, she reminiscin' in tears
My Benz windows is clear, you see me chillin' in there (see me chillin' in there)
I'm loungin' on a beach chair somewhere where you would be scared (somewhere where you would be scared)
I'm rollin' in a brown Rolls, nigga, Koko B. Ware
Chocolate eclair, pre-rolls is prepared
Park, Yogi Bear, picnic baskets, vintage classics
Bentleys passin', security gate to and fro the mansion
I'm havin', Larry June, Alchemist, mad men, they spazzin'
The water under the bridge, another million for the kids
Fools never could do what I did
My whole crew got coupes with kits, AMGs, Brabuses
Hella keys, but not to sniff, you push a button, the roof lift
I left runnin' front this bitch, Eastside, ooh, he sick
What's up, man?
What's happenin' tonight?
As you get older, I almost don't recognize you anymore
Last time I saw you, you told me that you were, uh, gonna go to Louisiana, what happened?
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