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Fabio by Roc Marciano

The Alchemist

She said, uh: I wanna go wit' ya
This the part I ain't understand
I said: What ya mean, ya wanna go wit' ya?
I wanna be-I wan-I wan-I wanna be-I wanna be ya woman, ya know?
I said: What ya do?
She said: I go to bed wit' men for money
Ya know, I'm just a musician, I don't, I don't, [?], as a blues singer
I don't know what she talkin' about, I'm green to all that
She said: I wanna go to bed wit' ya I go to bed wit' men for money
I said: What dat is? Ya know?
She said: I have sex wit' 'em
I said: Where's ya husband?
She said: I don't have no husband
Ya know?
I said, Well, uh
But I wanna go wit' you
So then the fellas in the van, they just kinda just
Man, we, you can't take her back to Los Angeles wit' you, man
We ain't got no room for her
And I looked at my pockets, I said
Yeah, we gon' have room for this woman
We gon' take her back and one o' y'all got to catch the bus

Yo, uh, nobody's perfect but I'm close (I'm close)
I can't be cloned when I was made after they broke the mold (break it)
It was written in stone (stone)
I'm brilliant, just peep what I did with the stove (look)
Uh, your skin'll get cold, I'm killin' shit, I'll never get parole (never)
Uh, holmes, we got different roles, I chose the forbidden road (the forbidden road)
All I had was the toast in my signature Rolls (mmm)
Still got it poppin' though, this my Picasso, hoe
Pop the top, your brains on the side of the road look like a taco bowl (woah)
I dipped off in the yacht, this one of Chapo's boats (wooh!)
My hair was blowin' in the wind like Fabio's (haha, uhhh adiós)
The Maserati I drove this like the one that John Gotti owned (Gotti owned)
If I'm ridin' with wifey, it's probably the Ghost (probably)
Lil' mami beside me fly, she's from the Ivory Coast (facts)
Uh, I carved a lane out for myself (for myself)
As for the yay, you can't weigh, it'll break the scale
I came to came with the tale, Alexander Wang made the alligator belt (ow)
These no-talent rappers is fabricatin' tales, uh (get 'em, baby)
Hawaiian top so fly I might skydive
I might throw a lightnin' rod cause I'm a God (cause I'm a God)
Strike you down in the street like a dog (wooh, dog)
Burn an incense (burn a incense)
Burnin' some Cadenzas first with German engines
Learn the bidness, new crib with one word: It's expensive
I might only furnish the place with bitches (yeah)
Know what I'm sayin'? I'ma put one over there, I'm a put a bitch over there
I'ma sit on another bitch like a chair
Know what I'm sayin'?

No, sit down, sit down
Hundred thousand a month
Hundred thousand
Never took a dime from the top
(This shit ain't about nothin' though)
And you seem to respect my, uh, my policy on drugs
They died!
Yeah, I've done that

Uh, Alchemist
Uh, shots of RumHaven, son was sunbathin'
Fundraisin', we some gunslingers, niggas pump fakin'
You chumps hatin' from the jump baby
We can run the fade
And fuck waitin'
I've been stayin' patient where the love's vacant
Facin' drug cases, nothin's sacred, we don't touch bacon (no)
Take your bucks, duct tape 'em, homo thugs, butt rape 'em (uh)
Lace the blunt with dust, butt naked, couple cuts from Jacob's (uh, Jacobs)
Got the summer shakin', bitches love gangstas, slug cases on the rugs
The walls is like blood paintin's, check the ring and wrist, you bum
This shit a flood, ain't it? (Uh)
I pull up and hit you in the mug, playa with the butt of the rusty banger (uh)
You must be feeling lucky you try and play us (uh)
I'm somethin' special, the dress who got extra layers (layers)
Hoes devil suits, expect for you to do sexual favors
This is level two, the pebbles got etched with my favorite bevel razor
I'm a vessel/vassal, mess with my paper, heifers'll pepper spray your retinas
All you seen was just redness (redness)
I watched from the TV set in the headrest in the cherry Lexus
This ain't a Tesla, but it's electric
Son, I finessed it like Stedman
Son, need some big Giuseppes, tryna step in
Uh, son, some big Giuseppes, tryna step in

Uh, that's a fact, it ain't known
I'm that nigga ain't no if's, and's, or
Might scoop your whore if she bad and just
Cop the new Lam or Wraith, I'm thinkin'
Uh, I'm thinking, yeah

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