Alchemy chords by The Graduate

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Intro 1

Verse 1
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Yo, it's
a story behind that name
When they call me the Pirate's Man
Like them two bricks from Doug
and poppies from Kazakhstan
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I  never sold meth,
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but I know fact, a thousand yens
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You OD 'ing off this shit if you bag it,
don't wash your hands
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Me, teary -eyed and gullible
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I lived with a mother
who struggled through addiction
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I know every side to drug abuse
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For life got this comfortable
It's been a few niggas
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who still in they same position
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Because I bond indestructible,
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it go both ways
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Auntie spent the 30 on that rock
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And the nigga who served her, owe a plug
The dealer who fronted that birdie,
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he murdered for that guap, that was me
But now I'm currently trading
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currency for stocks,
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I'm Wall Street butchin'
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I'm getting 30  % off top,
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40 % get chopped,
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other 30, back in the pot
Ask these rappers,
shit I did for upstate,
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just help make them hot
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When I invite them to the lab,
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they be scared to play what they got
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I'm the Don of our Dons,
YSL and Bond, number 9, living proof
Sign of the times,
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that hate gon' bother your grind
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I feel like Wes on Gustavo,
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the cocky confidence sign
You look a killer in they face
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cause they say that I still don't lie
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I'm hearing rumors start to fly
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that we split the triangle,
And he talks that that's maniacal,
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but y 'all buy it, but why?
I'm still that same hustler,
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fresh off the peas
that signed on the spots
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I guess I stepped on a few rappers
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on my climb to the top
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Who's ly  ing, invited or not,
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the violence gon' stop
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We on that same time
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and them irons go cock,
then I'm sliding those pop
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My niggas catch you at that light,
then light up your drop
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It's like that, the last op we rapped,
we united
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The block, long road to success,
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they hearts broke when I step
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They reminiscing of me, speaking it,
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more's cold to connect
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Me and my homies passport bros,
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pilots load up the jets
Golf streams,
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landing in time zones no one ex pects
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Chippin' on jet fuel,
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the flight I slept through
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I just need a shot of tequila
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and Bluetooth I can connect to
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It's disrespectful to sit
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these niggas next to Butch
so I'm shittin' around these pussies
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just like a all -gender restroom
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Trips to Bahamas,
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y 'all talkin' shit from the Comets
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I'm somewhere off the coast
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smokin' cartridges with my mamas
Butch, I did it solid,
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turned vis ions to dollars
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Seven -year run,
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three away from that ten
that I promised y 'all on one
-way flight Brick Raw
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and then Monday night,
I always been a bigger fish
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Y skinny pimps like Money Mike,
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still no license, runnin' lights
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I let you pick the gun or knife,
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Shay said there's no one
that's nice
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And that nigga was fuckin' right,
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so fuck you twice Butch
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Hey man, the streets still belong to us,
it is, it works, we still have the next presidency,
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ah.
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