Lyrics for 1010 Wins by THE ALCHEMIST

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feat. Domo Genesis, Action Bronson, Meyem Lauren, Roc Marci & Despot

I'm smoking big killa on the Clearwater beach
And every time I speak they say "go ahead your honor, preach"
I'm way too hot for you niggas not to acknowledge me
The prodigy could talk a married bitch out of monogamy
I'm out of reach but your posture ain't looking promising
I'm pressing pussies, gynecology, you niggas robbing me
I deserve respect, cut a check, fuck and investment in me
For all the mess I hustle, for tracks I handle recklessly
I'm Glen Rice from the corner, three, in there
Swimwear twisted like Dub-C chin hair
I paid Holyfield to take the dive
Fix the drug test, we getting richer
Blood or a spritzer
Cherry oak wood shifter
In a Jaguar, shoes are made from Babar
Roll the lethal
Seats in the Regal same color as Mario Van Peebles
I'm like a young Stephen Seagal
My favorite move's a clothesline
Dragon jacket, hair slicked back when it's go time
Motherfucker, I'm a great artist
I fixed the game between Georgia Tech and Wake Forrest

Fly shit we make that, Marvell, we bake that
Pull a shotty, leave your body where the legs at
Stay in foul places, strip clubs with meth faces
All my fam's thumbs smell like gloves that catch cases
Not trying to glorify but my story's obnoxious
Y'all faggot rappers wash your faces in a box of sausage
Supreme server, bare burger when we order ostrich
Opposite of niggas popping shit ‘cause we … your gossip
Fluent Jewish lock it, gun black like Lewis Gossett
Predict the profit so I prophesize the fucking profit
Plush thoughts flood to Christopher Cross
Throughout the goldie with the salt, Parker and all
Your number was called
I grip the nine iron like golf
Wipe 'em off
At night ride the white horse with the torch
You bleed out by the court while I'm leaving court
Defeat of course, my cohorts snort
Pop a wart and read the rob port
Drive a quattroporte
Step on the product with the Rockports
Spark a Newport
Whip up a stew, this is food for thought
Pursue the course and floss in the newest Porsche

Tell your story running, walking isn't fast enough
These cats will lap you up like milk out of a plastic cup
You bastards stuck somewhere between fragile and half a chump
I bet you fucks a thousand bucks your dad wishes he's wrapped it up
We rapscallions like a bundle of onions
How you find the gumption to be out here trying to function
I fixed the game dog, I'm neutering the poodle
Got the ruger to your noodle and the goons are yelling "who you?"
There ain't no cars, windows rose tinted, dope in it
The credit card got a tank on it, no limit
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