Artists livin´ comfortably, yeah
Yeah, let me fly (Fly)

Never seen before, or heard in this fashion, convert the work to magic
Bury a beat six-feet, pour dirt in the casket
Hard to imitate, I´m cut from a certain fabric (Fabric)
My shirt and slacks, thirty racks, plus the fur jacket, no turnin´ backwards (No turnin´ back)
Forward motion, I pour mimosas, got me more in focus (Yup)
Got my foot inside the door, then tore it open
Now we goin´ dumb, throwin´ money, I´m from the Sunshine State (Yes)
When I eat, I need a plus-size plate
The main event is this, my jewelry look like the Great Adventure Slick
Promote this pain, a stencil on the brick, with my insignia
You made a little splash in the wavepool, I´m even drippier (More)

Shoot out the lights, I´m puttin´ fifty up
Then hang my jersey in the rafters, right next to Hit (What up?)
Hoppin´ out the Trans Am, flexin´ the fit (See me?)
Fuck all the talk, just cut the check and split (Fuck outta here)
Floor seats while I´m sippin´, my Piña colada was drippin´ on my Pippen (On my Pippen)
But I never get to slippin´ into darkness (Dark)

You never catch me slippin´ into darkness (Dark)
Never catch me slippin´ (Never)

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 with me the blockage, but I made it out the gauntlet
Took short but long trips, what I know for sure is this

Niggas´ll backstab you way quicker than they´ll stab for you
And that might be more soulful than goin´ to Church´s after church
You cross your man, but what was it worth? You die with a chain, they runnin´ your hearse
I guess I´m not the type of nigga you say congrats to
Still put the shit on my back and my shoulders if I have to
I´m thinkin´ both of these two cities should go build my statue
Pasadena and Fontana, I brought chips back through (For the landin´)
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
´Til I did them Nas projects, this time you cannot deflect (Cannot)
I am who I am, I´m never slippin´ into darkness in this all-white Lamb

I´m never slippin´ into darkness (Never slippin´, never slippin´)
But they bringin´ me to the darkness (To the darkness, darkness), look

I´m usually homeboys with producers I get compared to
But on this one, I wanna see ´em stretched out, extra legroom

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
H.B. 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 startin´ 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
Jugg season, I´m in the A playin´ Young Scooter
Needed to see me in broad day from the walkway
This feel like childhood summer trips, I´ve been a modest supplicant
They rob you for publishin´, that feel like a punishment
How people I only met once, don´t look like none of us?
Movin´ with this wild behaviour, that shit that shattered my trust (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 (Out for Hit)
So I freestyled this verse over The Alchemist (Over the Alchemist)

Hit-Boy
I know it´s been a while, I´ve been sleepin´ on some gems too
But Greggs Street´s question of the day today is:
´´How do you know everything, and you ain´t never did shit?
How you got all the answers, but you ain´t never did nothin´?´´