The Alchemist - Winston Red lyrics

[Verse 1: Your Old Droog] Since I was at Kingsborough Pea coat, black coffee, doing these things thorough Not for from our borough I ain't smoking Marlboros But sometimes I buy a loose in the ghetto They got Mavericks, Dunhills, Benson and Hedges American Spirits, Parliaments But nah, instead I'mma cop the Winston Reds Those who said there was a ceiling to my sh** Never knew I had stories That's top of the building, top billing I'll perform these Gated homes, gated kicks, closet filled with Mauris And it's no longer stressful, do this with more ease Save the tension for the juvies I'mma prove these cowards wrong Already did it, now we're on And I've been popping stop before Pathmark turned to Stop & Shop My mind vexed, these hoods changing is a trip Remember Franklin Ave was nothing but crips fighting Now Crest ain't the only ones with whitening strips At a party you would feel like it could pop at any minute Now they bump into you and say "sorry" like they meant it Could tell their mothers really used to coddle While YOD'll go to the spot with a open bar and still boost a bottle Not even proud, it's just truth son Uncouth, since a youth copped the hun' proof You show your [?] to prove that you ain't cheatin' Sending screenshots That's a clean shot I'm getting bread in more than three ways with mean spots Pull some cake out, you ain't gotta go to VA to see knots Stay taking the N train to Can*l Street Years ago I would've k**ed to get an Al' beat I just wrote to one for a year Won't put it out 'til it's some sh** we really want to hear [Smoke break: Your Old Droog] Yo hold up, hold up, hold up. Give me a second man, this smoking sh**'s really messing with my breath control. Uh-huh. Yo, matter of fact lemme go outside real quick, I'mma smoke this cigarette. It's my last one - I swear to god, and I'mma quit Yo, word to me [Verse 2: Your Old Droog] I went from welfare to wealth errywhere I'm that dude tattooed on a heifer's derriere Had nothing to wear Now your Droog dresses very sharp with the necessary flair Hated having no money, used to grind my gears And when I'd grind, my gear stayed bummy Hear growls from my tummy Folks would say nothing to me If they did, it was something scummy Usually out a fast car pa**ing by Middle fingers as the train'd pull away Tell the truth, I'd take that - least of my problems on a painful day But still, the sun rises in the east And it's no surprises, I'm been a beast My Dominican [?] finaliste Got a brand new ride she finna lease Just came off a tour in Greece, war and peace, uh Now we back up in Hell's Kitchen Talking to myself, twitchin', making these sales, pitchin' Come to the spot It's like Redman - MTV Cribs with the bell missin' Chug copious amounts of ale, pissin' Keep neighbors up at night 'cause of the television Wonder what they hearin' That's old C-SPAN 3 R. J. Reynolds tobacco hearings Like I'm back up at Kingsborough Pea coat, black coffee, doing these things thorough I ain't smoking Marlboros But sometimes I buy a loose in the ghetto They got Mavericks, Dunhills, Benson and Hedges American Spirits, Parliaments But nah, instead I'mma cop the Winston Reds [Verse 3: Your Old Droog] I [?] And my phone holds everyone, from Taye Diggs To FKA Twigs Backstage swigging hot green tea with a lemon twist Old Droog is a feminist All up in the McGraw-Hill building [?] In a few years I'mma be where Em is Shaking off the PTSD tremors YOD and the 'Chemist, what's the premise They still don't get the enigma yet You herbs are the type to do Lucky Cigarettes When I sell 'em only time I flip 'em Reflect back on when we used to dip 'em (when we used to dip 'em) How you think I got the twitch Back in high school I used to bum bogues off a pregnant b**h f** you thought? I cop Too $hort and throw one out for Lil' Newport Make a stack and put that bread away You drop cheddar on your bae With me all she get is Cheddar Bay If she's lucky, that Chucky-Bride-in-the-face-a** Might get some Kentucky Fried Kennedy's or Crown Stay away from these frenemies and clowns Vultures and hounds I'm not them, see I really hold my culture down I once saw a DOOM mask in a ultrasound Living by the same principles my OG tried to instill I'm going in, still Content is like Half A Mill's What else I'm gon' rap about? Green gra** and daffodils? Sell your mother krills Might call her over for some New York Undercover and chill I'm like the light-skin Malik Yoba Relapsing on my second week sober Spit real phlegmy Sipping Remy, leave the Ace of Spades to Lemmy Motorboat hoes to motorhead Say some sh**, b**hes be like "go to bed" Nah, I sleep when I'm tired A gentlemen during interviews - and a creep when I'm hired Rarely get inspired 'Cause rap now is tired Smoking Winstons, looking at ...