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left no evidence - larry june, the alchemist & evidence lyrics

[intro: larry june]
you gon’ lose a lot of people when you better yourself
cold game
we outside, though
numbers
ayy*ayy*ayy, ayy*ayy*ayy
uh, uh
good job, numbers

[verse 1: evidence]
no second impression on first entrance
hits when i’m swingin’ for the fences (gone)
a lot of sh*t i did, i didn’t mention
a lot of sh*t i did for no credit and good intention
a lot of sh*t i said that deaded friendship, uh
rappers basic, they lack imagination
backwards statements at me
god blessed me for my acts of patience
roads that’s leading home like all the train tracks to stations
ran through a string of queens, the king is back to aces (back to aces)
a dirty game but i’m an optimist
when they say it’s all the same, i say the opposite
cook on the chopping block, crook if you choppin’ bricks
put it in reverse ’til we f*ckin’ first then watchin’ fl!cks
doin’ c*cky sh*t like makin’ heat to floppy disks
l.a. won’t let me rock no ice without a hockey stick (l.a., l.a.)
think sun and dirty oxygen, ain’t no boundaries boxin’ him
ain’t clockin’ out or clockin’ in
[verse 2: larry june]
i’m nasty, north face with the rocket in it
half a (uh) in my tumi backpack, ’bout to rock the sh*t (numbers)
doin’ push*ups, i’m off the grid, clockin’ in
count a half a ticket, then i wash hands and pay some bills
i walked in the room and i light it up (light it up)
and i ain’t even rock my ice today, it’s a cold summer
(lookin’ at this track enough, makin’ sure them loads comin’)
you can keep the whole kitchen, n*gga, just keep them bowls comin’
mind on a different mode, blow a hundred casual
invest a hundred casual, flip it to a hundred more
i’ve been on ground patrol, tryna shake the black and white
chemist like al in the kitchen when i whip the (uh)
chops in the back seat, drop with the tan seats (man)
n*gga, don’t compare me (nah), i be in my own league (numbers)
project baby, made it out, took a better route
f*ck the drought, n*ggas want steam, bring the irons out
lions out
(pay me somethin’ for low for this, check it out, uh)
you n*ggas know the drill: you either get down or lay down
overseas base, sl coupe, no plates
blue tints in the fn match the blue face
i’m too seasoned, push the f8 spider for no reason
i remember pushin’ somethin’ hot, had the touch of jeezy
it’s too easy, i’m cool breeze, a new season
too g*nius, n*ggas feel me, uh

- larry june the alchemist evidence lyrics

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