Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Type, artist - The Alchemist. Date of issue: 20.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Type |
| Let the little homie kick it in the auto shop with us |
| Long as he can make store runs and keep his mouth shut |
| Same way I came up |
| All my triple o’s was hood famous |
| Nice guy surrounded by wolves, wild dangerous that’s where I gained this cool |
| Walk this talk, you trying to duplicate and make tools |
| All you do is make fools of yourselves |
| Underground jewels testa copping pot, wallet in the wishing well |
| Evidence, niggas can fail |
| Tryna get close to the jet code |
| But it will never get deciphere by a rookie pilot |
| That’s why I sit opposite to drive a 63 impala bad bitch |
| Change steering wheel guidence |
| I’m out the window sky watching, plotting as usual |
| That’s what I’m doing when I’m quite |
| Can’t remember shorty name but she had that loud pack |
| The other night in tallahasse and I thank her for that |
| Fine, freaky with her legs behind her back |
| In the wee hours of the morning, picture mailin that she horny |
| But love I’m tryna fuck with this money |
| We bust raps like d-boys bust gats, we the type of people that don’t burry the |
| axe |
| We bust raps like d boys bust gats, we the type of people cutluss, monte carlo, |
| regals |
| We bust raps like d-boys bust gats, we the type of people that don’t burry the |
| axe |
| We bust raps like d boys bust gats, we the type of people cutluss, monte carlo, |
| regals |
| We bust raps like we bust these gats, we the type of people that don’t bury the |
| hatch |
| We bust raps like we bust these gats, we the type of people chevy’s and gmc’s to |
| We bust raps like we bust these gats, we the type that don’t bury the hatch |
| We bust raps like we bust these gats, we the type of people chevy’s and gmc’s to |
| Fuck it, it’s the life of the shooting star |
| Gotta move smart |
| Can’t get caught slipping there all wanna see me fall |
| Take my punches like a troop but take my loses like a man |
| And come with the territory, take the good with the bad |
| Throw the dice watch them tumble where they land so big |
| Everything is not strategic, sometime we risk our life |
| Sometime we risk our love, our money and our freedom |
| Fuck that bullshit we feed it, to see if you gone eat it |
| In new york we manipulate naive dummies |
| We beat you on the head it’s just game we be running |
| Sometime, but most of the time we don’t play |
| They can’t figure us out, we like it that way |
| The road to the riches so long I be catch blisters |
| All these crabs in a bucket pull you down tryna get em |
| Every man for them self, every women won’t bags and shoes |
| We the type of people that’ll find you |