Video Summer Nights de The Alchemist 2025 Hip Hop Lyrics

The Alchemist - Summer Nights Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah and you suppose someday I'll make the big leagues too
One summer night
What that good word is?
Chemist, Blockworks
It's on (One summer night)
Yeah
Let's get it

[Verse]
Better have my money by Monday, been a month of Sundays
Humpty dumpty fell off, took off on me and he fled the country
Then had some custies used to tell me "Make it extra chunky"
Fed the puppies off the same food used to create to junkies
Kept it funky, gritting with the grinders, I was pitching sliders
Never once did we hit for hire, it was fundamental
From the dribble, cut-throat conniver, learned that from Swally, my youngin from Kendall
Remember when he hit the drive and spun the rental (One summer night)
This shit ain't even gotta be on you 'cause once it's in you (It's on)
'Fore you know it, it won't be long 'before they unbefriend you
Burned my first mixtape, started with a hundred spindle
Heard he claiming brick mob but he not even from the nickels (At all)
Catching vibes from the venue, crept inside from the window
Burnt the body up, they had to recognize him from his dental (Pah!)
My gun'll drench you, instead, I rather have youngin hit you (Uh)
'Fore you kill them niggas dead, tell them guys I'm the one who sent you
Blocks, slid through with that one utensil
Tell me what you gon' do when they come and get you (One summer night)
Keep it a hundred with you, these niggas unofficial (They not)
Don't want no smoke with us so don't let it become an issue (They don't)
From trapping in them spigs we fell in love with pistols (Strings)
Catch you lacking without your strig, you should've brung it with you (One summer night)
Kidnap a nigga kids, leave a nigga brother crippled (Yeah)
For a couple scribbles, get you painted like a colored pencil
Now give the drummer some, trying to count up a honey bun (Ayy)
Jugging off of the smartphone, sent his ass on a dummy run (Whatever)
A one-on-one from the slums when they cough up a lung
Hundred clips, hundred drums
Teslas with the cummerbunds (Mafia) (One summer night)
Son of a gun on Sunderland, it was one and done
Ain't nothing new under the sun except me jumping bun
In the H with Uncle Bun, sipping H with Uncle Chad
King of Diamonds Mondays, Ace of Spades, running up a tab
Falling out the bar drunk, the valet pulling up the Jag (Skrrt)
Benz's and Rovers back to back, now give the summer some' (Uh)
Pour the drink up in the plumb, my Draco hold a hun'
With Top and Swam, we feed the block like it's Ramadan
My ambiance is of the spirit of [?]
Walking out the Rite Aid with more pints than Father Johns (One summer night)
Pull the Wraith up on the lawn, we play with dope and guns
So don't make me overdo it 'cause shit get overdone, uh
[Outro Sample]