| Cocaine Cowboys, Heroin Indians
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| Drug dealer fly, which car to put the Fendi in
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| I’m in a condo on a Louis couch
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| New York fly nigga, California gooey out
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| Mobster, know I got the tooly out
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| Cops come, you don’t even put the doobie out
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| From the block, them niggas will make a movie out
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| Everybody fly like they got gear from groovy house
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| G’d up, know what you out for
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| I get high riding out to the Outlawz
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| Broke right hand, load the southpaw
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| Get off the turnpike, different route ya
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| How I know they sent a different scout ya
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| Trying to figure out, how the cat got the mouse ya
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| Trying to figure out, how the dog got the cat ya
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| From the hood where they let it go blat! |
| ya
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| Weird science, simple math
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| Take a cab wherever you got the rental at
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| Check the spot wherever the connect sent you at
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| Check the credit of homie that fucking lent you that
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| Word!
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| Smoke break, at the table bagging up snowflakes
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| 9 mil at my waist, but I don’t feel so safe
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| Cuz a lot of niggas is dos face
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| I mean two face, bitches get yo’food laced
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| I don’t stay in the spot unless the mood straight
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| I rather be mad high in my new place
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| Rather be mad high in my old place
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| Wondering if the pearly gates is white like Colgate
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| A lot of dollar bills, can’t fold straight
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| Cuz the knot thick, told you that the plots thick
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| You in the way, you gon' hear the Glock click
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| God bless this ignorant and obnoxious
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| European American, V’s with the smoke tints
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| Ten rack, black label suit with the smoke scent
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| Meet the connect by the ocean
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| I do my deals on the beach
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| Up to my neck in the water, and it ain’t sweet
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| Cuz trust is an issue
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| The ice pick tip with the rust gon' hit you
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| It cut through your tissue
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| Cuz you could go to jail, niggas’ll act like they miss you
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| It’s only when they see you, when you gone they forget you
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| I fell in love with the money, and lust with the pistol
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| Always hated the cops, say fuck when they get you
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| I still «Kill Bill» ill, monster from «300»
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| Talking money to G’s want it
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| We roll up then we load up
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| It’s a cocaine deal or a hold up?
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| I could care less about the set that you throws up
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| Came from nothing, used to have nothing
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| Now I’m somebody and I got a lil something
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| Rich nigga, Ritz nigga
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| You don’t know this nigga
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| I don’t like snakes, i’ll kill it if it hiss nigga
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| Rat nigga, snitch nigga
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| Rap nigga, fuck 'em all
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| My posse over there tell your girl to go suck em off
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| They say I’m underated, I just be getting faded
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| Cuz niggas’ll have your name all on the affidavit
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| I find it fascinating
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| I know how to kill em all, holiday’ll kill em off
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| When ghost procrastinating
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| You could see the holy ghost
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| I stretch your flat? |
| , take some herb in your pocket
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| You could call that the holy smoke
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| We ain’t cut from the same cloth
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| I’m the boss, we couldn’t work for the same boss
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| Point blank nigga, I would shoot your brains off
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| In the spot, the manteca and the cane soft
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| But you know that the bass hard
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| Dealer death and there ain’t no safe card
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| That’s Alchemist, this is Alchemy
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| Sniper on the balcony, higher then the Falcon be
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| It’s a pack of wolves and you know I’m where the alpha be
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| Guns go north, but the drugs go south for me
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| If anybody is out for me
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| Better go the fuck in, cuz I’m gonna go the fuck in
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| New York fly, California high
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| Miami hustle when I get up on a pie
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| Down south lean, midwest bounce
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| And I wanna double up, it’s the buck that counts |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Myth, artist - The Alchemist. Album song The Cutting Room Floor 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп