Lyrics Palisades, CA - Larry June , Big Sean , The Alchemist
Check,
check
Yeah,
uh
I'ma
just
talk
my
shit
(whoa)
Thumbin'
through
a
whole
'nother
bag,
this
not
the
old
one
Run
up
on
this
'Rari,
I'm
clickin'
until
it's
over
Still'll
put
a
snow
on
a
mission
to
Minnesota
Come
on,
you
know
the
drill,
hop
in
and
hand
it
over
I'm
drivin'
in
the
whip
so
fast,
I
can't
control
it
I'm
fishtailin'
leavin'
Javier's,
I
shoulda
chauffeured
Choppin'
it
up
with
Bryan
'bout
real
estate
by
the
ocean
A
sea
moss
juice,
my
bitch
brought
me
one
from
Oakland
Today,
I
drove
the
Porsche
with
the
automatic
front
lift
I
spent
a
thousand
dollars
on
candles,
I'm
at
Saks
Fifth
Tucked
the
uh
(hee-hee)
in
the
gas
tank,
played
the
night
shift
Get
on
a
nigga
head
like
kufi
for
disrespectin'
it
I'm
thinkin'
billions,
cop
another
buildin',
new
woop
Sicilian
Thinkin'
bigger,
you
thought
I
was
coolin',
I
was
takin'
risks
Palisades,
chillin'
in
the
shade,
might
take
the
Bent'
Bettin'
on
myself
and
every
time,
nigga,
it's
a
hit
(it's
a
hit)
We
off
in
the
Palisades,
you
know?
(Bettin'
on
myself
every
time,
nigga,
it's
a
hit)
I'm
talkin'
armed
guards,
gated
communities,
man
Royal
family
type
shit,
for
real
(Sean
Don,
ayy,
ayy,
ayy,
ayy,
ayy,
ayy)
Look,
if
you
not
gettin'
richer
every
year,
then
you
just
backwards
hustlin'
You
movin'
off
emotion,
I'm
strategizin',
discussin'
it
See,
I
been
on
my
supplements
Fish
oils,
chlorophyll,
multis
My
hair
growin'
out
and
hoes
lovin'
it
(lovin'
it)
Some
people
can't
piece
life
together,
it's
really
puzzlin'
Talkin'
'bout
"Trust
me,
I
got
you",
but
I'm
not
trustin'
it
(nah)
Commercial
real
estate
by
The
Fox,
yeah,
they
constructin'
it
Business
flowin'
like
the
symphony
orchestra,
I'm
conductin'
it
(I'm
conductin'
it)
I
crack
my
knuckles
and
neck,
now
I'm
back
to
new
I
had
to
cop
a
bitch,
we
not
compatible
Team
on
the
line,
yeah,
the
love
is
all
lateral
You
cannot
practice
for
shit
that's
not
practical
Fuck
with
the
tactics,
this
shit
can
get
tactical
Fuck
with
the
rations,
this
shit
get
irrational
I
cannot
talk
to
you
just
like
them
hoes
when
they
mad
at
you
I
overwork
and
do
shit
I
don't
have
to
do
Stumble
and
stagger
through
Dodge
all
the
bullets
and
dodge
all
the
daggers
too
Workin'
these
bitches
and
blessing
them
so
long
I
might
as
well
take
a
sabbatical
I
tell
the
truth
like
a
polygraph
in
a
booth
Feel
like
these
rappers
do
when
they
pleain'
in
front
of
the
judge
'Cause
they
feel
like
they
havin'
to
Judicial
system
is
not
a
system,
it's
a
trap
for
you,
nigga
It's
our
season,
yeah,
Larry
June
"Sean,
when
you
dropping?"
Very
soon
I
get
to
transformin'
under
every
moon
When
they
bury
me,
they
gotta
bury
tombs
I'm
just
one
kid
in
I
can't
be
lettin'
my
seed
all
off
in
every
womb
When
you
see
me
out
Just
know
I'm
the
richest,
rawest,
rarest
nigga
off
in
every
room
Woo,
man,
woo
(yeah,
Al,
what
up?)
It
was
during
on
e
of
those
summer
rains
Sweet
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