Flying Spirit - The Alchemist

They say «Danny, how you get it?»

Told 'em «If you gotta ask me, motherfucker, you ain’t with it»

Lil' nigga, better give it, with no aura ‘bout you

Give a fuck you on the corner, sellin' water bottles

This that rusty .38 at Grandma’s place

This Bolognese and cheese on New Years Eve

Appetite for destruction, my sight see blood

Just 'cause I call you cuz' don’t mean we blood

It’s that Bruiser Brigade, and it’s fades on deck

Give a fuck what you playin', I’ma rep my set

Yacht-Master Rolex, but I ain’t got no boat

Know that bitch ain’t my ho, but I got that throat

Got a target on my back, yeah, my life in the scope

'Cause my name ring bells everywhere I go

Bitch, we the new mob, so slob on the knob

Only read rob reports in the back of the Saab

I kill shit in the booth whenever the mic’s on

You know my number, it stay the same like Mike Jones

Then I wasn’t hot, but now the hoes all on me

Not big as ever, and them niggas still on me

Used to be friendly, now I DoorDash Coney

Watchin'

Curse of Oak Island

, hopin' that they found treasure

I found peace and fucks with myself beyond measure

You flyin' Spirit

It only take a knife to turn you to a flyin' spirit

Like Casper the Ghost

Me and Brown on Collards dumpin' blunts in the Ghost

I got the Tommy, he’ll turn you right into ghost

So who got the power?

And I’m patient

Unlike party girls waitin' for powder

A nigga like me’ll have you waitin' for hours

'Cause it’s the whitest snow

My VVS' get a whitest glow

Sunday service, the same place the whiners go

Slick nigga, used to dine and go

Momma in my ear with that Q-Tip, now I got rhymes to go

Shit bumpin' like a line of blow

Tryna grow the lemon cherry, I’m married to this designer smoke

This shit deep as a vagina go

Deeper than the mines in Minoto

Deeper than the audience on Oprah

Deeper than the bars I wrote to MF DOOM, Accordion when I was on the sofa

So if you see a bitch with me, she a dime one

Niggas said they be in their bag, but it’s a broad one

Niggas love to sit on their ass when they around one

Everybody lookin' for cash, who finna find some?

I’ma Jason come out his mask if I was down some

Knock his ass out, six seconds into the round one

Call of Duty, stockpile weapons until the war come

Whole world pushin' my niggas into the forefront

Sometimes screenshots hurt, worse than the real ones (The real ones)

Move determined, Ruger German, my shooter purgin'

My circle tight, like a virgin (Like a virgin)

But listen, I feel blessed, no regrets

I swear to God, it’s hard to take pics, when you pose a threat (When you pose a

threat)

Money, power, and respect

I wanna play for the Jets or the Mets

Instead, I had to invest in pills, coke and crystal meth (Let me holla at you

baby)

When I was twelve, we held L’s (We held L’s)

Talked about what we did for a livin'

It turns out, we both do cells (We both do cells)

She realized I’m funny, kept laughin' and sayin' stop

Well baby what do you call a 'ghini with the top off, that’s a lamb chop

(That's a lamb chop)

Told her about my guys from the Sandlot

Think we trained for cross country, the way we land blocks

Honey, run blocks, sirens and gun shots

You only get one shot, to make this cream like sun block

Baby your voice, is music to my ears, that’s my jam

It’s a lot of things I

ought to buy you, you know Bam

Still keep money in a rubber band

This crossfire like my jeweler, a member of the Klan

I’m single, but I’m a

wanted

man, so tell your friend, scram, you got other plans (Other plans)

Your ass put P in period, I’m tryna sample your soul

I’m just waitin' on the clearance

Got dough like a entrance

In for meals like an infant

'Til the judge read my sentence

Read my sentence