[00:00.000] 作词 : Chauncey Alexander Hollis Jr./Alan Daniel Maman

[00:01.000] 作曲 : Chauncey Alexander Hollis Jr./Alan Daniel Maman

[00:02.961][Intro: The Alchemist]

[00:03.243]Artists livin' comfortably, yeah

[00:05.900]Yeah, let me fly (Fly)

[00:09.644][Verse: The Alchemist & Hit-Boy]

[00:10.974]Never seen before or heard in this fashion, convert the work to magic

[00:14.219]Bury a beat six-feet, pour dirt on the casket

[00:17.424]Hard to imitate, I'm cut from a certain fabric (Fabric, oh)

[00:20.051]My shirt and slack thirty racks, plus the fur jacket, no turnin' backwards (No turnin' back)

[00:23.569]Forward motion, I pour mimosas, got me more in focus (Yup)

[00:28.423]Got my foot inside the door then tore it open

[00:30.878]Now we goin' dumb, throwin' money, I'm from the Sunshine State (Yes)

[00:33.585]When I eat, I need a plus-size plate

[00:35.748]The main event is this (This), my jewelry look like the Great Adventure Slick (Chrome)

[00:39.000]Promote this pain, a stencil on the brick, with my insignia

[00:42.551]You made a little splash in the wavepool, I'm even drippier (More)

[00:46.285]Shoot out the lights, I'm puttin' fifty up

[00:48.462]Then hang my jersey in the rafters right next to Hit (What up?)

[00:51.400]Hoppin' out the Trans Am, flexin' the fit (See me?)

[00:53.267]**** all the talk, just cut the check and split (**** outta here)

[00:55.968]Floor seats while I'm sippin', my piña colada was drippin' on my Pippen (On my Pippen)

[01:00.024][Chorus: The Alchemist & Hit-Boy]

[01:00.815]But I never get to slippin' into darkness (Dark)

[01:03.252]You never catch me slippin' into darkness (Dark)

[01:08.929]Never catch me slippin' (Never)

[01:14.573]Alchemist over a Hit-Boy beat, Hit-Boy over a Alchemist beat

[01:22.129]Let's do it

[01:22.656][Part II]

[01:23.209][Verse 1: Hit-Boy]

[01:23.478]I'm not for everybody but I am who I am

[01:25.369]I am what I am, no back and forth, no Martin and Pam

[01:28.352]TSA gotta check my wrist and all they can say is ''Damn!''

[01:31.338]When you move how you wanna move, you gon' make somebody mad

[01:34.306]My nigga, I'm the best student Kanye ever had

[01:37.569]Fell out with certain niggas fast 'cause I put shit on blast

[01:40.333]That's how you smother out the nonsense, I'm hungry as a hostage

[01:43.559]They hit with me the blockage but I made it out the gauntlet

[01:46.534]Took short but long trips, what I know for sure's this

[01:49.624]Niggas'll backstab you way quicker than they'll stab for you

[01:52.831]And that might be more soulful than goin' to Church's after church

[01:55.521]You cross your man, but what was it worth? You die with a chain, they runnin' your hearse

[01:59.016]I guess I'm not the type of nigga you say congrats to

[02:01.466]Still put the shit on my back and my shoulders if I have to

[02:04.436]I'm thinkin' both of these two cities should go build my statue

[02:07.107]Pasadena and Fontana, I brought chips back through (For the win)

[02:10.336]They thought they knew my sound, I leveled up, I'm highly blessed

[02:14.086]Add me on your IG while you play this on your project steps

[02:17.023]Two feet on the concrete, somehow niggas thought I lost my step

[02:19.765]'Til I did them Nas projects, this time you cannot deflect (Cannot)

[02:23.267]I am who I am

[02:25.694]I'm never slippin' into darkness in this all-white Lamb

[02:28.401]I'm never slippin' into darkness (Never slippin', never slippin')

[02:30.547]But they bringin' me to the darkness (To the darkness, darkness), look

[02:34.319][Verse 2: Hit-Boy]

[02:34.597]I'm usually homeboys with producers I get compared to

[02:37.593]But on this one, I wanna see 'em stretched out, extra legroom

[02:40.833]I don't really know dude, he seem like a cool cat

[02:43.550]But I never once heard Metro Boomin do boom bap

[02:46.511]I never heard a Southside beat without a 808 in it

[02:49.490]H.B. in drunk-driver mode, I swerve in every lane with it

[02:52.445]I **** with Mustard, he can make that ratchet shit with his eyes closed

[02:55.696]But now I'm startin' to wonder, can that nigga chop soul?

[02:58.911]I just seen Yung Berg spoke on the wave

[03:01.606]I should do him like Trick Trick and snatch Hit out his name

[03:04.528]I had decoded the game, I had the coldest of days

[03:07.142]I'm like Deebo on his cruiser, how you got no credits without co-producers?

[03:10.903]Time to give these niggas the royal flush, no Roto-Rooter

[03:13.888]It's Hit-Boy buckin' just so you niggas know the shooter

[03:16.854]Jugg season, I'm in the A playin' Young Scooter

[03:19.796]Needed to see me in broad day from the walkway

[03:23.275]This feel like childhood summer trips, I've been a modest supplicant

[03:26.263]They rob you for publishin', that feel like a punishment

[03:29.456]How people I only met once don't look like none of us?

[03:32.151]Movin' with this wild behavior, that shit that shattered my trust (Trust)

[03:35.621]Build a million statues in my likeness

[03:38.293]And I ain't dissin' on nobody, I ain't even write this

[03:41.230]It came to me in a dream, they had it out for Hit (Out for Hit)

[03:44.172]So I freestyled this verse over The Alchemist (Over the Alchemist)

[03:47.958]Hit-Boy!

[03:54.162]I know it's been a while, I've been sleepin' on some gems too

[03:57.924]The Greg Street's question of the day today is:

[04:00.351]How do you know everything, and you ain't never did shit?

[04:05.458]How you got all the answers, but you ain't never did nothin'?