Harry O. - The Alchemist, Roc Marciano

No waters in the yacht

The biggest y’all know

Hey, let me get my sunglasses

Thank you, uh, yo

Feeling relaxed like Serena snaps

Layin' on the beach, I might teabag

Crack the safe, punch the code into the keypad

Lemon squeezed over sea bass

I seen it through the submarine glass, breeze past

Who’s the cleanest?

Don’t even ask (Marc')

Your favorite rapper’s on my penis sack (Uh)

I’m just speaking facts, might smack you in the teeth for these egregious acts

Sailing the sea, been to Belize and back

The world’s my kingdom, I don’t believe it’s flat though

I’m on a whole 'nother plateau

The Alchemist mix the grass and tobacco

Play the back of the boat

With a ho on my dick, in back of her throat

Why would the captain have to gloat?

Uh

No cap, you see the hat and coat

The catapult, my afro may be the cat, black and Navajo

Toss your dawg overboard just like some lettuce in the salad bowl, uh

Then roll the gally home

They’ll find your bones in the alley with the crows

Baby sighin', daddy closed, we’re like the new Death Row

Without the loan from Harry O

We like the new Death Row

Without the loan from Harry O, nigga

You know?

Marc', baby

Yeah, I been the

I been the fuckin' fishing pole, man

Reelin' these fuckin' offers in

Yeah, godbody

Might snap that shit

This is a great space