W.Y.G.D.T.N.S
The Alchemist Lyrics


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Uh, yo, yo
"But Q, when you gonna drop that new shit?"
Uh
Uh, just let it rock, uh
Tryna figure out mane
How you wake up and not be a fuckin' player?
Woke up didn't even brush my teeth on some mo' shit nigga
Went to the garage said eenie miney mo
Open the garage, jumped in that bitch, started it
Put that bitch in reverse, uh
Forgot to close the gate
And I forgot to drop the motherfuckin' top, hang on
Feel me?
Hit the freeway im doin' like eighty
Nappy ass hair blowin' in the wind, chin hairs blowin' in the wind
And all of a sudden, ay Al hang gon
My nigga alchemist slid through the ac vent, yeah
Nigga I slid through the ac vent
With the seat belt already on, I love this nigga man, hang on
Ay, but when you gonna drop that new shit?
Nigga hit me up like, 'member that shit Al? Niggas like
"Q! When you gonna drop that new shit?"

Guess what nigga I dropped this
Between my life, my fame, my body
My daughter, be happy I'm focused
Stay on that flight like tourists
Runnin' them lights no purist
Me and this hood here fierce, uh
"But when you gonna drop that new shit?"
Come on my nigga you see what I'm doing here take time
Coulda came with the same rhymes
Flipping that same bitch, whipping that same brick
Stand on that same block, screaming them same Yawk's
Get a feature from K.Dot, put me under that same box
Too talented for it
The rings, the chains, the Porsche
Creatively Crippin', the first to do it
The bridge, the verse, the chorus, uh
"But when you gonna drop that new shit?"
Stop it lil' nigga I does this
Sensei in these studio dungeons
Two years lost four of my cousins
Three to the bullet and one to the liquor they gave us
But tell me this weed is scented
Shout out my life for living
Sold me them lies of Christmas
Told me I live in Los Angeles
But need a green card for Latins
So-called terrorists attacking
And Trump could actually happen, damn hang on

"But Q, when you gonna drop that new shit?"
I'm done with your stupid ass, I hate your voice too
Get away from me cuh, you ain't even hear what the fuck I'm saying my nigga
Niggas been waiting for something
Since 2012, you niggas is so stupid, I'm just tryna get two of them things
When you gonna drop that new shit?

Niggas always talkin' bout this, whole pimpin' shit right here, yerr mean?
I'm the one that they gon let the record reflect, man, yerr I mean?
Motherfuckers always asking me, "What's up with Q?"
Man I don't know whats up with that African, know what I mean?
That's just my partner, yerr what I mean?
Shit, always asking me
"When he gonna drop something? When he gonna do another video?", Yerr what I mean?
Quit asking me all that shit God damn
I'm doing me, letting the record reflect, right, yerr what I mean?




Always speaking on me, "Uh what's up with that nigga?"
Don't worry bout it bitch!

Overall Meaning

The Alchemist's song W.Y.G.D.T.N.S. (short for "When You Gon’ Drop That New Shit") is a poetic reflection on life, fame, and the pressures of fans and industry insiders to release new music. The song begins with a dialogue between two people, where one is asking when the other (presumably Q) is going to drop new music. Then Q starts rapping about how he wakes up every day and wonders how people can live life without pursuing their dreams fervently. He then goes on to discuss various topics about his life, including his fame, family, friendships, and struggles, and how he is still trying to find his way. He talks about the importance of being focused, staying on track, and continuing to grow as an artist, despite the constant criticism and expectations that come with the territory. The song ends with Q telling off the person asking him when he's going to drop new music and declaring that he's "doing me," and that people should "let the record reflect."


Overall, the song is a reflection on the pressures of success and the difficulties of staying true to one's self in a world that seems to demand more and more. Q tries to balance the expectations of his fans and the industry with his own creative vision and personal life, and the result is a powerful, introspective rap that is both honest and poignant.


Line by Line Meaning

But Q, when you gonna drop that new shit?
Questioning when the artist will release their new music


Tryna figure out mane How you wake up and not be a fuckin' player?
Wondering how one can wake up and not be successful in their endeavors


Woke up didn't even brush my teeth on some mo' shit nigga
Referring to a lack of self-care or hygiene in the morning


Went to the garage said eenie miney mo Open the garage, jumped in that bitch, started it Put that bitch in reverse, uh Forgot to close the gate And I forgot to drop the motherfuckin' top, hang on Feel me?
Describing a careless and hasty departure without attention to detail or safety measures


Hit the freeway im doin' like eighty Nappy ass hair blowin' in the wind, chin hairs blowin' in the wind And all of a sudden, ay Al hang gon My nigga alchemist slid through the ac vent, yeah
Giving a vivid description of driving with a companion who appears suddenly and surprisingly


Guess what nigga I dropped this Between my life, my fame, my body My daughter, be happy I'm focused Stay on that flight like tourists Runnin' them lights no purist Me and this hood here fierce, uh
Asserting that the artist has already released new music and expressing their dedication to their craft


Coulda came with the same rhymes Flipping that same bitch, whipping that same brick Stand on that same block, screaming them same Yawk's Get a feature from K.Dot, put me under that same box Too talented for it The rings, the chains, the Porsche Creatively Crippin', the first to do it The bridge, the verse, the chorus, uh
Boasting about their musical talent and refusing to repeat previous success, instead opting for creative progress


Stop it lil' nigga I does this Sensei in these studio dungeons Two years lost four of my cousins Three to the bullet and one to the liquor they gave us But tell me this weed is scented Shout out my life for living Sold me them lies of Christmas Told me I live in Los Angeles But need a green card for Latins So-called terrorists attacking And Trump could actually happen, damn hang on
Acknowledging personal struggles and trauma before criticizing societal issues and political corruption


Niggas been waiting for something Since 2012, you niggas is so stupid, I'm just tryna get two of them things When you gonna drop that new shit?
Expressing disbelief at the length of time fans have been waiting for new music, while also teasing upcoming releases


Quit asking me all that shit God damn I'm doing me, letting the record reflect, right, yerr what I mean? Always speaking on me, "Uh what's up with that nigga?" Don't worry bout it bitch!
Growing exasperated with people constantly questioning the artist's actions and career choices, and advocating for personal freedom and self-expression




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., Royalty Network
Written by: Daniel Alan Maman, Quincy Matthew Hanley, ALAN MAMAN, QUINCEY MATTHEW HANLEY

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