The Alchemist - Diego Maradona (feat. Conway The Machine) lyrics
The Alchemist [Alan Daniel Maman] Beverly Hills, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
[The Alchemist - Diego Maradona feat. Conway The Machine lyrics]
[Intro, The Alchemist]
You see how I'm finessin' it
Spin move, (Skip, skip, skip) uh
Big chain, (Uh) big gold (Uh)
Spin move, Rick roll
Timb' boots, big sole (Sole)
Regroup (Cha, cha, cha, cha, cha)
[Verse 1, The Alchemist]
Watch lookin' like a ball from a disco
In a limo' makin' calls from a brick phone
Maradona bounced the ball on the shinbone
Tan buttercup, the raw got her skin tone
Pillow-talkers got the spot
Where I send blown
If it wasn't for the blitz
It would've been thrown
To your dome,
I'm a follicle that's ingrown
Carve initials with a chisel
Put it in stone
(Go left) Switch whips up
You see how l'm finessin' it?
Get stitched up, lay down
You need some medicine (Yeah)
Whip up of the wrist
You see it's settlin'
Put him in past tense
He'll be a never-been
I'm the chain on the bike
You do the peddlin'
Beat the charge, racketeerin'
And embezzlement
My name will never be appearin'
On the pages of a settlement (Uh, uh, uh)
I made it through the maze
So many stages
Now they say that l'm a veteran
(On God, I'm just warmin' up)
I just put the key inside the ignition
And got the engine started
Twenty belows, went
To Buffalo, the lens is Carti'
You see a light show, that mean
That the Benz is parkin'
Fade to black, the scenery gets
Intense and darkish
[Verse 2, Conway the Machine]
'Chine come through
Gun shoot extended cartridge (Brrt)
Used to sleep on the sofa
In a friend's apartment (Ah)
Now I frequent the
Yves Saint Laurent department (Hahaha)
Yeah, blew twenty in the
Louis V men's department
(Huh? Yeah, drip)
Yeah, I don't care what
So and so sai
I am him regardless
My pen is sharp, lines flyin' over your head
Like Vincent Carter, nigga (Talk to 'em, huh)
(Look, up in the sky)
Think it's a game, until little bro blowin'
That bitch like Nintendo cartridge
Playin' with your life, like you got
Limbs to bargain, nigga (Huh?)
I hate they compare me
To niggas, so tell me who iller
My next tape, I'ma end the argument
With niggas that fuckin' rap, list the artists
That's fuckin' cap, Mr. Marcus (Ha)
Probably just got more resources ('Kay)
Walk in that garage, three Porsches ('Kay)
Michelin, three-star, three courses (Eatin')
Drumwork, big dogs, we bosses (Uh)
Catch a body with the sket
We toss it (Uh-huh)
They realizin' I'm a threat
Be cautious (Be careful, nigga)
Look, when they was eatin'
They ain't give me portion (Uh-uh)
Still ran up my bag regardless (Bag)
Brodie pull up with a broom
Sweep off shit (Brrt)
You see how I'm finessin' it
Spin move, (Skip, skip, skip) uh
Big chain, (Uh) big gold (Uh)
Spin move, Rick roll
Timb' boots, big sole (Sole)
Regroup (Cha, cha, cha, cha, cha)
[Verse 1, The Alchemist]
Watch lookin' like a ball from a disco
In a limo' makin' calls from a brick phone
Maradona bounced the ball on the shinbone
Tan buttercup, the raw got her skin tone
Pillow-talkers got the spot
Where I send blown
If it wasn't for the blitz
It would've been thrown
To your dome,
I'm a follicle that's ingrown
Carve initials with a chisel
Put it in stone
(Go left) Switch whips up
You see how l'm finessin' it?
Get stitched up, lay down
You need some medicine (Yeah)
Whip up of the wrist
You see it's settlin'
Put him in past tense
He'll be a never-been
I'm the chain on the bike
You do the peddlin'
Beat the charge, racketeerin'
And embezzlement
My name will never be appearin'
On the pages of a settlement (Uh, uh, uh)
I made it through the maze
So many stages
Now they say that l'm a veteran
(On God, I'm just warmin' up)
I just put the key inside the ignition
And got the engine started
Twenty belows, went
To Buffalo, the lens is Carti'
You see a light show, that mean
That the Benz is parkin'
Fade to black, the scenery gets
Intense and darkish
[Verse 2, Conway the Machine]
'Chine come through
Gun shoot extended cartridge (Brrt)
Used to sleep on the sofa
In a friend's apartment (Ah)
Now I frequent the
Yves Saint Laurent department (Hahaha)
Yeah, blew twenty in the
Louis V men's department
(Huh? Yeah, drip)
Yeah, I don't care what
So and so sai
I am him regardless
My pen is sharp, lines flyin' over your head
Like Vincent Carter, nigga (Talk to 'em, huh)
(Look, up in the sky)
Think it's a game, until little bro blowin'
That bitch like Nintendo cartridge
Playin' with your life, like you got
Limbs to bargain, nigga (Huh?)
I hate they compare me
To niggas, so tell me who iller
My next tape, I'ma end the argument
With niggas that fuckin' rap, list the artists
That's fuckin' cap, Mr. Marcus (Ha)
Probably just got more resources ('Kay)
Walk in that garage, three Porsches ('Kay)
Michelin, three-star, three courses (Eatin')
Drumwork, big dogs, we bosses (Uh)
Catch a body with the sket
We toss it (Uh-huh)
They realizin' I'm a threat
Be cautious (Be careful, nigga)
Look, when they was eatin'
They ain't give me portion (Uh-uh)
Still ran up my bag regardless (Bag)
Brodie pull up with a broom
Sweep off shit (Brrt)
