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...)