21 Savage ft. J. Cole - A Lot (1950s Soul Remix) 🎶 | A Hip-Hop Classic Reimagined

What if one of the most reflective hip-hop confessions of our generation stepped out of 2018… and onto a smoke-filled Harlem jazz lounge in the 1950s?

This is 21 Savage – a lot (1950’s Soul Version) — reimagined by @SoulRaspy as a soulful gospel-jazz testimony, where struggle meets blues and velvet.

✨ Listen, breathe, and feel the smoke.
🎤 Welcome to SoulRaspy.
[Pre-Chorus]
How much money you got? (Straight up)
How much money you got? (Straight up)
How much money you got? (Straight up)
How much money you got? (A lot)

[Chorus]
How much money you got? (A lot)
How many problems you got? (A lot)
How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
Left you out to rot? (A lot)
How many pray that you flop? (A lot)
How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
How many times you got shot? (A lot)
How many n**** you shot? (A lot)
How many times did you ride? (A lot)
How many n**** done die? (A lot)
How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
How many times did you lie? (A lot)
How many times did she leave? (A lot)
How many times did she cry? (A lot)
How many chances she done gave you f***in around with these thots? (A lot)

[Verse 1]
Every day that I'm alive, I’ma ride with the stick
I'd rather be broke in jail than be dead and rich
Told my brothers take my breath if I turn to a sn*tch
But I'm 21 4L, ain’t no way I'ma switch

[Interlude]
Break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down

[Verse 2]
Penitentiary chances just to make a couple bucks
My heart so cold I could put it in my cup
Gang vs. the world, me and my dawg, it was us
Then you went and wrote a statement, and that really f***ed me up
My brother lost his life and it turned me to a beast
My brother got life and it turned me to the streets
I been through the storm and it turned me to a G
But the other side was sunny, I get paid to rap on beats

[Chorus]
How much money you got? (A lot)
How many problems you got? (A lot)
How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
Left you out to rot? (A lot)
How many pray that you flop? (A lot)
How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
How many times you got shot? (A lot)
How many n**** you shot? (A lot)
How many times did you ride? (A lot)
How many n**** done die? (A lot)
How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
How many times did you lie? (A lot)
How many times did she leave? (A lot)
How many times did she cry? (A lot)
How many chances she done gave you?
F*** around with these thots (A lot)

[Interlude]
Break it on down, I break it on down
I break it on down, I break it on down
Yeah, I just came from the A
I drove back home, six-hour drive, six-and-a-half
Before I left, I stopped by to see my n**** in the studio
He had two of his kids with him right in the studio, that's when I knew
You a stand-up n****, I love seein' sh*t like that

[Verse 3]
Question
How many faking they streams? (A lot)
Getting they plays from machines? (A lot)
I can see behind the smoke and mirrors
N**** ain't really big as they seem (Hmm)
I never say anything (Nah), everybody got they thing (True)
Some n**** make millions, other n**** make memes (Hmm)
I'm on a money routine
I don't want smoke, I want cream
I don't want no more comparisons
This is a marathon and I’m aware
I been playing it back from a lack of promotions
I never was one for the bragging and boasting
I guess I was hoping the music would speak for itself, but the people want everything else
Okay, no problem, I’ll show up on everyone album
You know what the outcome will be
I'm batting a thousand
It’s got to the point that these rappers don't even like rappin' with me
F*** it 'cause my n**** just hit me
And told me he saved me a spot on a new record he got
He call it "a lot," I open my book and I jot
Pray for Tekashi, they want him to rot
I picture him inside a cell on a cot
’Flectin' on how he made it to the top
Wondering if it was worth it or not
I pray for Markelle 'cause they f***ed up his shot
Just want you to know that you got it, my n**
Though I never met you, I know that you special
And that the Lord blessed you, don't doubt it, my n****
Dennis Smith, Jr., stay solid, my n****
I'm on a tangent, not how I planned it
I had some fans that hopped and abandoned ship
When they thought that I wasn't gon' pan out, I got a plan
They say that success is the greatest revenge, tell all your friends
Cole on a mission, cementin' the spot as the greatest that did it
Before it all ends, n****
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Break it on down, I break it on down
I break it on down, I break it on down

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Original Song: “A Lot” by 21 Savage © Slaughter Gang / Epic Records / Sony Music Entertainment.
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