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Alchemist - W.Y.G.D.T.N.S. Lyrics
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[ Featuring ScHoolboy Q ]

Uh, yo, yo
"But Q, when you gonna drop that new shit?"
Uh
Uh, just let it rock, uh
Tryna figure out mane
How you wake up and not be a f*ckin' player?
Woke up didn't even brush my teeth on some mo' shit nigga
Went to the garage said eenie miney mo
Open the garage, jumped in that bitch, started it
Put that bitch in reverse, uh
Forgot to close the gate
And I forgot to drop the motherf*ckin' top, hang on
Feel me?
Hit the freeway im doin' like eighty
Nappy ass hair blowin' in the wind, chin hairs blowin' in the wind
And all of a sudden, ay Al hang gon
My nigga alchemist slid through the ac vent, yeah
Nigga I slid through the ac vent
With the seat belt already on, I love this nigga man, hang on
Ay, but when you gonna drop that new shit?
Nigga hit me up like, 'member that shit Al? Niggas like
"Q! When you gonna drop that new shit?"

Guess what nigga I dropped this
Between my life, my fame, my body
My daughter, be happy I'm focused
Stay on that flight like tourists
Runnin' them lights no purist
Me and this hood here fierce, uh
"But when you gonna drop that new shit?"
Come on my nigga you see what I'm doing here take time
Coulda came with the same rhymes
Flipping that same bitch, whipping that same brick
Stand on that same block, screaming them same Yawk's
Get a feature from K.Dot, put me under that same box
Too talented for it
The rings, the chains, the Porsche
Creatively Crippin', the first to do it
The bridge, the verse, the chorus, uh
"But when you gonna drop that new shit?"
Stop it lil' nigga I does this
Sensei in these studio dungeons
Two years lost four of my cousins
Three to the bullet and one to the liquor they gave us
But tell me this weed is scented
Shout out my life for living
Sold me them lies of Christmas
Told me I live in Los Angeles
But need a green card for Latins
So-called terrorists attacking
And Trump could actually happen, damn hang on

"But Q, when you gonna drop that new shit?"
I'm done with your stupid ass, I hate your voice too
Get away from me cuh, you ain't even hear what the f*ck I'm saying my nigga
Niggas been waiting for something
Since 2012, you niggas is so stupid, I'm just tryna get two of them things
When you gonna drop that new shit?

Niggas always talkin' bout this, whole pimpin' shit right here, yerr mean?
I'm the one that they gon let the record reflect, man, yerr I mean?
Motherf*ckers always asking me, "What's up with Q?"
Man I don't know whats up with that African, know what I mean?
That's just my partner, yerr what I mean?
Shit, always asking me
"When he gonna drop something? When he gonna do another video?", Yerr what I mean?
Quit asking me all that shit God damn
I'm doing me, letting the record reflect, right, yerr what I mean?
Always speaking on me, "Uh what's up with that nigga?"
Don't worry bout it bitch!
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Uh, yo, yo
"But Q, when you gonna drop that new shit?"
Uh
Uh, just let it rock, uh
Tryna figure out mane
How you wake up and not be a f*ckin' player?
Woke up didn't even brush my teeth on some mo' shit nigga
Went to the garage said eenie miney mo
Open the garage, jumped in that bitch, started it
Put that bitch in reverse, uh
Forgot to close the gate
And I forgot to drop the motherf*ckin' top, hang on
Feel me?
Hit the freeway im doin' like eighty
Nappy ass hair blowin' in the wind, chin hairs blowin' in the wind
And all of a sudden, ay Al hang gon
My nigga alchemist slid through the ac vent, yeah
Nigga I slid through the ac vent
With the seat belt already on, I love this nigga man, hang on
Ay, but when you gonna drop that new shit?
Nigga hit me up like, 'member that shit Al? Niggas like
"Q! When you gonna drop that new shit?"

Guess what nigga I dropped this
Between my life, my fame, my body
My daughter, be happy I'm focused
Stay on that flight like tourists
Runnin' them lights no purist
Me and this hood here fierce, uh
"But when you gonna drop that new shit?"
Come on my nigga you see what I'm doing here take time
Coulda came with the same rhymes
Flipping that same bitch, whipping that same brick
Stand on that same block, screaming them same Yawk's
Get a feature from K.Dot, put me under that same box
Too talented for it
The rings, the chains, the Porsche
Creatively Crippin', the first to do it
The bridge, the verse, the chorus, uh
"But when you gonna drop that new shit?"
Stop it lil' nigga I does this
Sensei in these studio dungeons
Two years lost four of my cousins
Three to the bullet and one to the liquor they gave us
But tell me this weed is scented
Shout out my life for living
Sold me them lies of Christmas
Told me I live in Los Angeles
But need a green card for Latins
So-called terrorists attacking
And Trump could actually happen, damn hang on

"But Q, when you gonna drop that new shit?"
I'm done with your stupid ass, I hate your voice too
Get away from me cuh, you ain't even hear what the f*ck I'm saying my nigga
Niggas been waiting for something
Since 2012, you niggas is so stupid, I'm just tryna get two of them things
When you gonna drop that new shit?

Niggas always talkin' bout this, whole pimpin' shit right here, yerr mean?
I'm the one that they gon let the record reflect, man, yerr I mean?
Motherf*ckers always asking me, "What's up with Q?"
Man I don't know whats up with that African, know what I mean?
That's just my partner, yerr what I mean?
Shit, always asking me
"When he gonna drop something? When he gonna do another video?", Yerr what I mean?
Quit asking me all that shit God damn
I'm doing me, letting the record reflect, right, yerr what I mean?
Always speaking on me, "Uh what's up with that nigga?"
Don't worry bout it bitch!
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Writer: Daniel Alan Maman, Quincy Matthew Hanley, ALAN MAMAN, QUINCEY MATTHEW HANLEY
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