S.N.O.R.T. - Boldy James/The Alchemist.mp3

[00:13.12]’Chemist, Bojack
[00:14.41]G.I. back to that one-way
[00:17.37]Where we at with it? Uhh
[00:21.04]227, Blockworks
[00:26.87]Let's get it
[00:30.87]I’m making short-term goals, make the work turn pro (Yeah)
[00:33.95]Started with a diamond in the rough, just a lump of coal
[00:36.87]Snipe a n!gga soul, lil' Joseph, he'll up the pole
[00:39.54]Wipe a n!gga nose, for his Rol' and them Buffalos
[00:42.70]Swiping custos, selling blows, running through them 'bows
[00:45.58]How you loving those? Never told on none of my bros
[00:48.33]I be on the road, ducking patrol, coming through the toll (Yeah)
[00:51.50]Tryna keep it low, but Lord knows I need to move this load
[00:54.37]Shootin' through the O, on 75, set the cruise control
[00:57.62]It's moving too slow? Give it to Taj, he gon' move it whole (Drug store)
[01:00.58]It ain't what you know, it's who you know, plug toot his nose
[01:03.58]Every time it touch, it put me right back in the Super Bowl (Back in the game)
[01:06.58]No, this ain't Kweli, that was Hi-Tech in my juice I poured
[01:09.29]On my mama stove with a Pyrex full of sushi roll
[01:12.25]I hit it with them ice chips and Ramen noodle bowls (Ugh)
[01:15.54]It harden up and turn into a block, looked like the soup was cold
[01:18.54]The Los Angeles Firing Squad now must come
[01:21.58]Yeah, us original
[01:23.16]Sincerely yours, Unfadeable Fred
[01:26.20]V12s, yeah
[01:28.70]Crime lord, it's the twank, yeah
[01:30.29]Ayo, VVS's super froze, coupe ain't got no roof or doors (Nah nah)
[01:33.20]My uncle and his partner test my dope, he got a stupid nose
[01:36.00]And lately, I been curving groupie hoes but I get stupid chose
[01:38.95]’Bout to drop a thousand in my 'Rex, I whip the Super Bowl
[01:42.04]Them foreign cars, I'm bored with 'em
[01:43.62]’Bout to toss that to Lord and them
[01:45.08]Fxck a whip, I need a space coupe
[01:46.58]We in Doc drop, in that Delorean (Pyoom!)
[01:48.20]Michael J. Fox jumping out the pot, Michael J. hops
[01:50.50]Fxck rap, I can shave rocks, these slave-ass rappers can't drop
[01:53.16]Rolex say I'm on my eighth watch; wait, stop (Yeah)
[01:55.45]Seven-figure n!gga still at the store
[01:57.00]While my groupie b!tches eatin' Domino's
[01:58.41]And my Houston hoes getting Pappadeaux's
[01:59.87]My Dominicano 'bout to drop a load
[02:01.37]I don't trust a soul, so a n!gga drove (Rrrr)
[02:02.79]Hit the County, I was in the hole
[02:04.37]With some Black Stones and some Silent Fours
[02:05.83]I’m checked in, vest in, big bunny rabbit don dada
[02:08.70]I remember when I seen a rapper
[02:09.91]Do a spot for 1-800-CRIMESTOPPERS
[02:11.79]I remember being on the run
[02:13.00]Smoking Swisher Sweets up in the Ramada (Yeah)
[02:14.87]Crime lord, on Vice Lord, I'm the underground king, Godfather
[02:17.83]N!gga, what