"Sasquatch" lyrics
Gangrene (The Alchemist & Oh No) & Boldy James Lyrics
[Boldy James:]
Where we at with it?
I got my mind right
Back makin' power moves, time to get on my grown man (That's all)
Homeland security designin' out the floor plans (Blocks)
Four grams in the Backwood, it reek of toe jam (Uh-huh)
You know we with that demo, niggas best be with the program (Yeah)
If you know, man, claim he a Bold' fan, don't even know fam (What else?)
We throwin', pitch rocks at the throne, and hidin' your hand
Them programs don't need no warnin', just want some more bands
The dope man, I had them J's smokin' out of Coke cans
The blow tan, we hit the road, stuff it with a Trojan
My bro hand over the stove cookin' up them slow jams
In no man's land, I'm Godzilla for these rodents (Work)
Sex, money, murder, dope and guns to me is romance
Gangstas don't dance, nah, baby, we don't hold hands
Gimmy got shot, ain't no biggie, give me one more chance
All Ali gotta do is say the word, just let me know it (Big bro)
And we gon' hit these niggas where it hurt, just let that soak in
[Oh No:]
Since a youngin I kept a Robin Hood theory
Rob from the rich then give back to those that's near me
The rest is all leery, they quick to jet
Or they jetting like pulling out some black magazines on deck
I was born with the gift of tech
My niggas got TECS that'll shoot direct without shooting texts
But be banging like pulling threats
No way to hide, this ain't a game of seek and
I blaze the leaf frequent 'cause everyday is an easy weekend
Creeping, and the money gave me bazillion reasons
When it's showtime, we axe caps like "Billions" seasons
Season from the ground up, blending the spice in
With the same dirt I siphoned, I bake a cake with a gang of icing
I got a sweet tooth driving this twisted metal
Clowning the completion, I'm driving up high levels
Pushing the petal 'til it's maxing without the crashing
I'm banking, swerving for that cash interaction
What's cracking?
[The Alchemist:]
I'm still rocking my chain down to my genitals
I'm still mixing Hennessy with my vegetables
For the record, my record is exceptional
I'm scribbling, what I've written is illegible
Texas instruments clicking the decimal
Acrobatic, I'm flipping a pissy sectional
No cahones, you must be missing a testicle
Anything short of perfection isn't acceptable
Every day a different hat, I pull a rabbit out
What's that about? Can't shoot my way out of a jam I stab it out
Take 'em out the back door and drag 'em out for the right cash amount
(You said fuckin what? Where the money at?) Bugging out
Going from one to past a thousand
Where we at with it?
I got my mind right
Back makin' power moves, time to get on my grown man (That's all)
Homeland security designin' out the floor plans (Blocks)
Four grams in the Backwood, it reek of toe jam (Uh-huh)
You know we with that demo, niggas best be with the program (Yeah)
If you know, man, claim he a Bold' fan, don't even know fam (What else?)
We throwin', pitch rocks at the throne, and hidin' your hand
Them programs don't need no warnin', just want some more bands
The dope man, I had them J's smokin' out of Coke cans
The blow tan, we hit the road, stuff it with a Trojan
My bro hand over the stove cookin' up them slow jams
In no man's land, I'm Godzilla for these rodents (Work)
Sex, money, murder, dope and guns to me is romance
Gangstas don't dance, nah, baby, we don't hold hands
Gimmy got shot, ain't no biggie, give me one more chance
All Ali gotta do is say the word, just let me know it (Big bro)
And we gon' hit these niggas where it hurt, just let that soak in
[Oh No:]
Since a youngin I kept a Robin Hood theory
Rob from the rich then give back to those that's near me
The rest is all leery, they quick to jet
Or they jetting like pulling out some black magazines on deck
I was born with the gift of tech
My niggas got TECS that'll shoot direct without shooting texts
But be banging like pulling threats
No way to hide, this ain't a game of seek and
I blaze the leaf frequent 'cause everyday is an easy weekend
Creeping, and the money gave me bazillion reasons
When it's showtime, we axe caps like "Billions" seasons
Season from the ground up, blending the spice in
With the same dirt I siphoned, I bake a cake with a gang of icing
I got a sweet tooth driving this twisted metal
Clowning the completion, I'm driving up high levels
Pushing the petal 'til it's maxing without the crashing
I'm banking, swerving for that cash interaction
What's cracking?
[The Alchemist:]
I'm still rocking my chain down to my genitals
I'm still mixing Hennessy with my vegetables
For the record, my record is exceptional
I'm scribbling, what I've written is illegible
Texas instruments clicking the decimal
Acrobatic, I'm flipping a pissy sectional
No cahones, you must be missing a testicle
Anything short of perfection isn't acceptable
Every day a different hat, I pull a rabbit out
What's that about? Can't shoot my way out of a jam I stab it out
Take 'em out the back door and drag 'em out for the right cash amount
(You said fuckin what? Where the money at?) Bugging out
Going from one to past a thousand
