Action Bronson, The Alchemist, Meyhem Lauren, AG Da Coroner - Sylvester Lundgren lyrics
Action Bronson [Ariyan Arslani] Queens, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
The Alchemist [Alan Daniel Maman] Beverly Hills, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Action Bronson, The Alchemist, Meyhem Lauren, AG Da Coroner - Sylvester Lundgren lyrics]
Cash off the top, cash off the top
Play with my money motherfucker get shot
Weed from the dread that I roll in the fanta
Cover on my dick so I won't catch the monster
I don't even know myself, I'm twisted
This exquisite shit that flip when I rip it
Crisp kiddicks
Right hand quicker than Riddick's
Safe to say that I'm the shit here
Red suede shoes, a holiday in Arizona
Cocaine knives open up the abalone
Smoke the macaroni, eat the cannelloni
Put the cameras on me
Take the cameras off me
Motherfucker raise your hand when you speak
Act wild this 45 is gettin'
Jammed in your cheek
Play the hotel room with
Bitches tossin' my butt
Layin' back chillin' blowin' a blunt
Motherfucker you
Play them sound blocks, tinted, not timid
No gimmick game of life is trife but due to
Good advice I'm 'bout to win it
Fuck with rap but I still run around
The map and still get it
Let a nigga violate
I make a visor out his fitted
Shoebox spinach, new Glocks finish
My life is real
Calm when clocking currency but on
The stage we hyper, still
I spit for New York where we
Rep a different type of skill
But often plan to kill while
Listenin' to Cypress Hill my knife is ill
Infections get spread through incisions
Conquer and divide when we ride
Peace to division
Shinin' when I'm rhymin' my slang
Fuck up your vision
Missiles leave you layin' missionary if
I'm on a mission that's all precision
Precise moves change of position
Never snitchin'
Define a mime during an inquisition
My team's about to run the world
And that's a true prediction
Another day, another dollar
And a new affliction
You know you picked the wrong
Niggas to fuck with, you punk bitch
Tyson uppercuts, Bruce Lee front kicks
I'm Dexter with the blood splatter
Have you shakin' in the back seat with JFK
Covered in brain matter
Everything I talk I walk
Crib lookin' like a blackboard, oh shit
Flooded with white chalk
Heartbeat racin' fast, when I chase yo ass
With a Jason mask, pussy boy wave the flag
Life ain't savin' that
Family draped in black
Visit your maker, now you can't make it back
One-way ticket to the fire and brimstone
My mental's locked up but
My physical been home
Question our God ask him what do I sin for
He said I do wrong cause Eve is my kinfolk
Bloodline of a disobedient
Mixed with the heart of a butcher
Make the coroner ingredients
Play with my money motherfucker get shot
Weed from the dread that I roll in the fanta
Cover on my dick so I won't catch the monster
I don't even know myself, I'm twisted
This exquisite shit that flip when I rip it
Crisp kiddicks
Right hand quicker than Riddick's
Safe to say that I'm the shit here
Red suede shoes, a holiday in Arizona
Cocaine knives open up the abalone
Smoke the macaroni, eat the cannelloni
Put the cameras on me
Take the cameras off me
Motherfucker raise your hand when you speak
Act wild this 45 is gettin'
Jammed in your cheek
Play the hotel room with
Bitches tossin' my butt
Layin' back chillin' blowin' a blunt
Motherfucker you
Play them sound blocks, tinted, not timid
No gimmick game of life is trife but due to
Good advice I'm 'bout to win it
Fuck with rap but I still run around
The map and still get it
Let a nigga violate
I make a visor out his fitted
Shoebox spinach, new Glocks finish
My life is real
Calm when clocking currency but on
The stage we hyper, still
I spit for New York where we
Rep a different type of skill
But often plan to kill while
Listenin' to Cypress Hill my knife is ill
Infections get spread through incisions
Conquer and divide when we ride
Peace to division
Shinin' when I'm rhymin' my slang
Fuck up your vision
Missiles leave you layin' missionary if
I'm on a mission that's all precision
Precise moves change of position
Never snitchin'
Define a mime during an inquisition
My team's about to run the world
And that's a true prediction
Another day, another dollar
And a new affliction
You know you picked the wrong
Niggas to fuck with, you punk bitch
Tyson uppercuts, Bruce Lee front kicks
I'm Dexter with the blood splatter
Have you shakin' in the back seat with JFK
Covered in brain matter
Everything I talk I walk
Crib lookin' like a blackboard, oh shit
Flooded with white chalk
Heartbeat racin' fast, when I chase yo ass
With a Jason mask, pussy boy wave the flag
Life ain't savin' that
Family draped in black
Visit your maker, now you can't make it back
One-way ticket to the fire and brimstone
My mental's locked up but
My physical been home
Question our God ask him what do I sin for
He said I do wrong cause Eve is my kinfolk
Bloodline of a disobedient
Mixed with the heart of a butcher
Make the coroner ingredients