The Alchemist

Hey Rich

When you walk up on my turf don't interject

I get the capillary, rip it out yo' neck

Yo' girl gon' pop that pussy, poppa in her skirt

You can pop a pilly, I'ma pop a purp

I've made it my mission to bury

Bury all my burdens and my enemies

I don't need yo' fuckin' help I need no fuckin' friendlies

Keep my circle tighter with the lighter like an alchemist

I got my bitch up on my right, she cock it with the falcon grip

Take the crown, toss it up

Place it down in your gut

Take ya hoe, she gon' suck

Yeah, I'm pumpin' and dumpin'

My life, let it go

All the pain that we hold

Feel the rain, feel the cold

Yeah I'm stuntin', they duckin'

See my eyes, see yo' lies

They reflect in the sky, turnin' black

In the night

Yeah I'm gunnin', they runnin'

Make my time, make the climb

To the top, learn the signs

Earn yo' life, can't revive

Something for nothing

Get buck, get buck, get buck, get buck

Tell yo' bitch that I said wassup (wassup)

Ain't it funny that yo' money in my trunk (in my trunk)

You lookin' dummy like a mummy

In the front (in the front)

Get buck, get buck, get buck, get buck

Tell yo' bitch that I said wassup (wassup)

Ain't it funny that yo' money in my trunk (in my trunk)

You lookin' dummy like a mummy

In the front (in the front)

Hey Rich (Rich, Rich...)