Never seen before or heard in this fashion

Convert the work to magic

Bury a beat six feet, pour dirt in the casketHard to imitate, I′m cut from a certain fabric

My shirt and slacks thirty racks, plus the fur jacket

No turning backwards

Forward motion I pour mimosas

Got me more in focus

Got my foot inside the door and tore it open

Now we going dumb, throwing money

I'm from the Sunshine State

When I eat I need a plus size plate

The main event is this

My jewelry look like the great adventure slick

Promoters paint a stencil on the brick

With my insignia

You made a little splash in the wave pool

I′m even drippier

Shoot out the lights, I'm putting 50 up

Then hang my jersey in the rafters

Right next to Hit

Hoppin' out the Trans Am flexing the fit

Fuck all the talk, just cut the check and split

Floor seats while I′m sippin′

My pina colada is drippin' on my pimpin′

But I never get to slippin' into darkness

Never catch me slippin′ into darkness

Never catch me slippin'

Alchemist over a Hit-Boy beat

Hit-Boy over a Alchemist beat

Let′s do it

I'm not for everybody, but I am who I am

I am what I am

No back and forth, no Martin and Pam

TSA gotta check my wrist, and all they can say is damn

When you move how you wanna move you gon' make somebody mad

My nigga I′m the best student Kanye ever had

Fell out with certain niggas fast, cause I put shit on blast

That′s how you smother out the nonsense

I'm hungry as a hostage

They hit me with the blockage, but I made it out the gauntlet

Took short but long trips, what I know for sure is this

Niggas will back stab you way quicker than they′ll stab for you

And that might be more soulful than going to Churches after Church

You crossed your man but what was it worth?

You die with a chain, they'll run in your hearse

I guess I′m not the type of nigga you say congrats to

Still put this shit on my back and my shoulders if I have to

I'm thinking both of these two cities should go build my statue

Pasadena and Fontana, I brought chips back through

They thought they knew my sound

I leveled up, I′m highly blessed

Add me on your IG while you play this on your project steps

Two feet on the concrete, somehow niggas thought I lost my step

'Till I did them Nas projects, this time you cannot deflect

I am who I am, I'm never slippin into darkness in this all white Lamb

I′m never slippin into darkness

But they bringing me to the darkness, look

I′m usually homeboys with producers I get compared to

But on this one I wanna see them stretched out, extra leg room

I don't really know dude, he seem like a cool cat

But I never once heard Metro Boomin do boom bap

I never heard a Southside beat without a 808 in it

HB in drunk driver mode, I swerve in every lane with it

I fuck with Mustard he can make that ratchet shit with his eyes closed

But now I′m starting to wonder, can that nigga chop soul?

I just seen Yung Berg spoke on the wave

I should do him like Trick Trick and snatch Hit out his name

I had decoded the game, I had the coldest of days

I'm like Deebo on his cruiser

How you got no credits without co-producers?

Time to give these niggas the Royal Flush, no Roto-Rooter

It′s Hit-Boy buckin', just so you niggas know the shooter

Juug season I′m in the A playing Young Scooter

Need em to see me in broad day from the walkway

This feel like childhood summer trips

I been a modest supplicant

They rob you for publishing, that feel like a punishment

How people I only met once don't look like none of us

Moving with this wild behavior, that shit has shattered my trust

Build a million statues in my likeness

And I ain't dissin′ on nobody I ain′t even write this

It came to me in a dream, they had it out for Hit

So I freestyled this verse over The Alchemist