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marnz malone - alchemy (outro) lyrics

[intro]
(strzonthekeys)
look

[verse]
i got feds still tryna anchor me
four attempteds in the park, i said that i was in the house, like ali g
ask l.o.c., we’ll tell you we don’t play about the sanctity
you turned into rastamouse, now you can’t even chat to me
i ain’t gotta drop a bag for them to zip a bag for me
i send all of the lifers p, ask bro, i was the last to eat
made it out the trenches, bro, i thought you would be gassed for me
don’t make them n+ggas gass you up, they’ll come and turn you gas for me
went to see the oracle, do you beliеve in alchemy?
i’ll lift this bl!cky up for you, just show me that you’rе down for me
miss me with the politics, this ain’t 10 downing street
i slapped it, seen him drop and then i chased his bredrin down the street (down the street)
n+gga, this a gangster party, you can’t come around the gs (gs)
double m, i’ll put on for the n+ggas that are now deceased (deceased)
put on for the trenches, for the ones that ain’t allowed to leave
trech foot for real, and bro, i think i really found my feet
i’m in auto+pilot, bro, this sh+t writes itself
look me in my face and lie, seal it with a smile as well
sh+t, the same letters spell slime as well
knew i was the top boy ’cause i was nothin’ like ra’nell
and i’ve got wispa’s number in my phone, but to tell the truth, i never pictured this when i dropped no hook
but, this the blueprint
they love me in west, like i’m two things
i gave shh a few things
told gaffer, i need blue sims
i shh what i like, i’ll pop smoke when my mood swings
mum moved out the hood, i chinged shh the day we moved in
terrible the good die young, i ain’t eligible
they’re lookin’ at a star, don’t need a telescope
‘member i was tellin’ bro, “no days off, n+gga, n.d.o.”, now all the bad bs wanna l!ck us like an envelope
you think that’s your bro until you tell him, “no”
i’m really from the block, but i ain’t never met jenny though
can tell you ’bout sellin’ coke, weight by the decimal (weight by the decimal)
i got miley cyrus, blud, i come through with a wreckin’ ball
they keep phonin’ me for waps, it’s like my beck and call
she found it in the chest of draw’, i can’t lie, it stressed her more
i kept f+ckin’ up my re, i had no weed, i used to prep my draws
i told you that i’ll check dior before i go and get diors

- marnz malone lyrics

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