| Yo, Alchemist
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| Fuck everything
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| Eastcoast Mc’s, down south Mc’s
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| Never fucking forget who’s the hardest Mc
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| You on the MTV list
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| I put you brains all over your MTV crib
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| Whoever wrote that, XXL list
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| I double excel whoever you felt spit
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| All these niggas with these ABC raps
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| Me I kick G raps
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| Guns bust, keys wrapped
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| Fuck niggas never bothered me
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| Favourite four words, this is a robbery
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| Next few words could be
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| Pardon me, that was an artery
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| I don’t know who the fuck started me
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| You think you nice? |
| I wonder who lied to you
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| You butter, I’ma knife, I slide through you
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| You think you lying where you live I’ll ride to you
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| Just one deep, not crew deep
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| Put three holes in you, just like a loose leaf
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| Or a bunch of holes in you, just like a kufi
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| If you know God or the devil, introduce me
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| It’s the Ghost brother
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| Get treated like a big bag of weed and get motherfuckin smoked brother
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| Cut the dumb shit, 'cause I run shit
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| You can get harmed when my palm’s on the gun grip
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| All I want is millions, thousands and hundreds
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| «I made millions from entertainment»
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| I’m money hungry, who’s serving?
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| We can go to war like the spartans and the persians
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| Riding in suburbans with the couches and the curtains
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| Who’s ruthless? |
| I know I am
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| Make you sniff uncut dope out of Thailand
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| Can’t see the God from the lens out the sky cam
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| Play the five ride or the six ride
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| Get the baking soda tell em boys let the bricks fly
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| Keep the bar buzzed and the piff high
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| Put you on the ground cause I ain’t letting shit fly
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| Too many fake niggas, with their fake ice
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| Talking fake shit, you got a fake life
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| '38 in your mouth, tell me what the taste like
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| See me stop, like you just seen grave lights
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| Get gassed nigga, that’s your ass nigga
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| 50 cent gem star watch how I slash niggas
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| From the forehead to the adam’s apple
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| I’ma battle man, you a battle rapper
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| I’m talkin real life shit
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| Body dead, money missing real crisis
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| Real niggas know real talk
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| Word to the money knot and every dollar peeled off
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| Word to every nigga that, got his top peeled off
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| Catch me in the Corvette, high when I peel off
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| «I made millions from entertainment» |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Make Millions From Entertainment, artist - Styles P. Album song The Green Ghost Project (Clean), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп