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Breeze Video (MV)




Performed By: Alchemist
Featuring: Prodigy
Language: English
Written by: ALAN MAMAN, Albert Johnson




Alchemist - Breeze Lyrics




[ Featuring Prodigy ]

I've waited hell of a long time to get mine
Right now I'm in position to shine
You could tell from my posture
I don't give a f*ck
You could tell from the watch when I clean up
Now that's good taste, my shit is all that
New York style, with the Al Capone hat
Upscale sex, I have big fun
You're just a hater
You mad you can't get one
I got 20/20 vision
And my 2021 Ferrari, banging this shit
Real turned-up and my trunk don't raddle
I'm not cheap, you get what you spent
Nigga spared until you broke
And money ain't gon' help you
But that's another story, now where were we?
Oh yeah, getting swervy
And this ain't nothin'
Look, my rap more wordy than your prayers
My shit stunning i'm alcohol'd out
I can't even drink orange juice
'Cause it remind me of the
Gin I was swimming in
Thirsty bitches trying to get
A quench from me then I remind them this is
Don P you're dealing with, bitch

Them niggas got trash, I got quality
If you only knew, really
You should follow me
Your fave rapper, he scared
I'm catching all this breeze, nigga
I'm out here

Shorty, you ain't gon' make it now
I tell you right now
You either gon' do life
Or you gon' get killed
Yeah, your options real slim
When you got contemporaries
Like the Perignon, kid
I bring a lot to the table
All you wanna do is take greed and larceny
I see it all in your face
I hear it all when you speak
Who you think you run the game on
You tryna con me?
Put yourself up in a world of pain
Though it's nothing like Earth, I'll
Get you there right away, begone
F*ck, that was blowing my high
Back to the real life of
Rap music's most fly
My Timbs with no socks on
Basketball shorts and a T in the Bible Belt
Blowing mad weed out the windows
Of the Prevost, on stage at Baton Rouge
I stop the show to give love to Lil' Boos'
Got a flight in a couple hours
Let a nigga sleep
But every time I'm 'bout to doze off
My phone ring it's no rest for the wicked
Get plenty when I'm dead
Get paid while I'm alive
And live to the end

Them niggas got trash, I got quality
If you only knew, really
You should follow me
Your fave rapper, he scared
I'm catching all this breeze, nigga
I'm out here

Them niggas got trash, I got quality
If you only knew, really
You should follow me
Your fave rapper, he scared
I'm catching all this breeze, nigga
I'm out here
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I've waited hell of a long time to get mine
Right now I'm in position to shine
You could tell from my posture
I don't give a f*ck
You could tell from the watch when I clean up
Now that's good taste, my shit is all that
New York style, with the Al Capone hat
Upscale sex, I have big fun
You're just a hater
You mad you can't get one
I got 20/20 vision
And my 2021 Ferrari, banging this shit
Real turned-up and my trunk don't raddle
I'm not cheap, you get what you spent
Nigga spared until you broke
And money ain't gon' help you
But that's another story, now where were we?
Oh yeah, getting swervy
And this ain't nothin'
Look, my rap more wordy than your prayers
My shit stunning i'm alcohol'd out
I can't even drink orange juice
'Cause it remind me of the
Gin I was swimming in
Thirsty bitches trying to get
A quench from me then I remind them this is
Don P you're dealing with, bitch

Them niggas got trash, I got quality
If you only knew, really
You should follow me
Your fave rapper, he scared
I'm catching all this breeze, nigga
I'm out here

Shorty, you ain't gon' make it now
I tell you right now
You either gon' do life
Or you gon' get killed
Yeah, your options real slim
When you got contemporaries
Like the Perignon, kid
I bring a lot to the table
All you wanna do is take greed and larceny
I see it all in your face
I hear it all when you speak
Who you think you run the game on
You tryna con me?
Put yourself up in a world of pain
Though it's nothing like Earth, I'll
Get you there right away, begone
F*ck, that was blowing my high
Back to the real life of
Rap music's most fly
My Timbs with no socks on
Basketball shorts and a T in the Bible Belt
Blowing mad weed out the windows
Of the Prevost, on stage at Baton Rouge
I stop the show to give love to Lil' Boos'
Got a flight in a couple hours
Let a nigga sleep
But every time I'm 'bout to doze off
My phone ring it's no rest for the wicked
Get plenty when I'm dead
Get paid while I'm alive
And live to the end

Them niggas got trash, I got quality
If you only knew, really
You should follow me
Your fave rapper, he scared
I'm catching all this breeze, nigga
I'm out here

Them niggas got trash, I got quality
If you only knew, really
You should follow me
Your fave rapper, he scared
I'm catching all this breeze, nigga
I'm out here
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Writer: ALAN MAMAN, Albert Johnson
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