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The Alchemist - Layups Lyrics

[Chorus: Chuck Inglish]
Money, wake up and get your weight up
Fold the paper to fill the safe up
Making payroll, the bills is paid off
So what you say, dawg? Don't shoot if it's a layup (Whatever)
Don't shoot if it's a layup
Don't shoot if it's a layup
Don't shoot if it's a layup
Don't shoot if it's a layup
Don't shoot if it's a layup
Don't shoot if it's a layup

[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
I got some acres breeding alpacas and growing hay
I got your block like a linebacker
The other day, I'm on the phone with my contractor
He tryna say I need another zoning permit
I'm zooming in the X6
Crashed and I burned it, recouping my investments
Zendaya on my table, eating sushi off her naked
Twist a bad bitch up and put her coochie where her neck is
Pretzel, X-O, skeleton suits, I got protection
Let's go, the check cleared
Playing chess on a crystal set
Ice brick chip baguettes
My weed smell like deer piss mixed with sweat
We nomadic for money, we wherever it's at
You email me 'bout a rap, have that money attached
My crib full of artifacts and archaeology books
And bluetail monitors, look how exotic they look
Using the best technology, a prodigy, he gotta be
[Chorus: Chuck Inglish]
Money, wake up and get your weight up
Fold the paper to fill the safe up
Making payroll, the bills is paid off
So what you say, dawg? Don't shoot if it's a layup
Don't shoot if it's a layup
Don't shoot if it's a layup
Don't shoot if it's a layup
Don't shoot if it's a layup

[Verse 2: Chuck Inglish]
Look, dawg, I just passed you the ball
If that's more than you can handle, don't be stepping out of bounds
You full court trapping, I ain't even gotta foul
This big shot clock'll make you call timeout
Off the glass, line the bands up like parquet tile
If that's your mans, then he should've told you watch your mouth, nigga
This ain't a team picture
You just shooting by yourself, I was never playing with you
Finger roll ice and my footwork nice
Pulling up from downtown and my wristwork slight
And they ripped you off the cross 'cause you wasn't Christ
Nothing like the dribble out the jam, nigga
Use your other hand, nigga

[Interlude: Boldy James]
Chuck, streets like a game of 21
Only rule, get it done
Three-peat, no check
'Fore you shoot the twos and ones
Watch out for the double cross
Take an L, brush it off
Come back with a vengeance
Shit, it been a minute since I took a loss
Make your defense your best offense
Took the charge, got up, kept it pushing
Even when I didn't get the call
[Chorus: Chuck Inglish]
Money wake up and get your weight up
Fold the paper to fill the safe up
Making payroll, the bills is paid off
So what you say, dawg? Don't shoot if it's a layup
Don't shoot if it's a layup
Don't shoot if it's a layup
Don't shoot if it's a layup
Don't shoot if it's a layup
Don't shoot if it's a layup
Don't shoot if it's a layup