Alchemy (Outro)
Look
I got feds still tryna anchor me
Four attempts in the park, i said that i was in the house
Like ali g
Ask l.o.c they'll tell you we dont play about the sanctity
You turned into rastamouse, now you cant even chat to me
I ain't gotta drop a bag for them to zip a bag for me
I send all the lifers p ask bro i was the last to eat
Made it out the trenches bro i thought you would be gassed for me
Dont make them niggas gas you up
Don't come and turn you gas for me
Went to see the oracle, do you believe in alchemy?
I'll lift this blicky up for you
Just show me that your down for me
Miss me with the politics this aint 10 downing street
I slapped it seen him drop and then i chased his bredrin down the street
Nigga this a gangster party, you cant come around the gs
Double m, i put on for the niggas that are now desceased
I put on for the trenches, for the ones that aint allowed to leave
Trench foot for real, and bro i think i finally found my feet
I'm in autopilot, bro this shit writes itself
They was tryna find some help, we turned him into michael phelps
Time will tell if you love me or hate me and just hide it well
Look me in my face and lie, seal it with a smile as well
Shit, the same letters spell slime as well
Knew i was the top boy cause i was nothing like raynell
And i've got wispas number in my phone but to tell the truth
I never pictured this when i dropped no hook
But this the blueprint
They love me in west like i'm two things
I gave shh a few things
Told gaffa i need blue slims
I shh what i'm like
I'll pop smoke when my mood swings
Mum moved out the hood
I chinged shh the day we moved in
Terrible the good die young, i aint eligible
They're looking at a star, don't need a telescope
Remember i was telling bro, no days off nigga n.d.o
Now all the bad bs wanna lick us like an envelope
You think that's your bro until you tell him no
You really from the block but i aint never met jenny doe
Can tell you bout selling coke
Weight by the decimal
I got miley cyrus blud i come through with the wrecking ball
They keep phoning me for waps its like my beck and call
She found it in the chest of drawers
I can't lie it stressed her more
I kept fucking up my re i had no weed
I used to prep my draws
I told you that i'll check dior before i go and get diors
I got feds still tryna anchor me
Four attempts in the park, i said that i was in the house
Like ali g
Ask l.o.c they'll tell you we dont play about the sanctity
You turned into rastamouse, now you cant even chat to me
I ain't gotta drop a bag for them to zip a bag for me
I send all the lifers p ask bro i was the last to eat
Made it out the trenches bro i thought you would be gassed for me
Dont make them niggas gas you up
Don't come and turn you gas for me
Went to see the oracle, do you believe in alchemy?
I'll lift this blicky up for you
Just show me that your down for me
Miss me with the politics this aint 10 downing street
I slapped it seen him drop and then i chased his bredrin down the street
Nigga this a gangster party, you cant come around the gs
Double m, i put on for the niggas that are now desceased
I put on for the trenches, for the ones that aint allowed to leave
Trench foot for real, and bro i think i finally found my feet
I'm in autopilot, bro this shit writes itself
They was tryna find some help, we turned him into michael phelps
Time will tell if you love me or hate me and just hide it well
Look me in my face and lie, seal it with a smile as well
Shit, the same letters spell slime as well
Knew i was the top boy cause i was nothing like raynell
And i've got wispas number in my phone but to tell the truth
I never pictured this when i dropped no hook
But this the blueprint
They love me in west like i'm two things
I gave shh a few things
Told gaffa i need blue slims
I shh what i'm like
I'll pop smoke when my mood swings
Mum moved out the hood
I chinged shh the day we moved in
Terrible the good die young, i aint eligible
They're looking at a star, don't need a telescope
Remember i was telling bro, no days off nigga n.d.o
Now all the bad bs wanna lick us like an envelope
You think that's your bro until you tell him no
You really from the block but i aint never met jenny doe
Can tell you bout selling coke
Weight by the decimal
I got miley cyrus blud i come through with the wrecking ball
They keep phoning me for waps its like my beck and call
She found it in the chest of drawers
I can't lie it stressed her more
I kept fucking up my re i had no weed
I used to prep my draws
I told you that i'll check dior before i go and get diors
Credits
Writer(s): Marnz Malone
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