The Myth - The Alchemist, Styles P

Cocaine Cowboys, Heroin Indians

Drug dealer fly, which car to put the Fendi in

I’m in a condo on a Louis couch

New York fly nigga, California gooey out

Mobster, know I got the tooly out

Cops come, you don’t even put the doobie out

From the block, them niggas will make a movie out

Everybody fly like they got gear from groovy house

G’d up, know what you out for

I get high riding out to the Outlawz

Broke right hand, load the southpaw

Get off the turnpike, different route ya

How I know they sent a different scout ya

Trying to figure out, how the cat got the mouse ya

Trying to figure out, how the dog got the cat ya

From the hood where they let it go blat!

ya

Weird science, simple math

Take a cab wherever you got the rental at

Check the spot wherever the connect sent you at

Check the credit of homie that fucking lent you that

Word!

Smoke break, at the table bagging up snowflakes

9 mil at my waist, but I don’t feel so safe

Cuz a lot of niggas is dos face

I mean two face, bitches get yo’food laced

I don’t stay in the spot unless the mood straight

I rather be mad high in my new place

Rather be mad high in my old place

Wondering if the pearly gates is white like Colgate

A lot of dollar bills, can’t fold straight

Cuz the knot thick, told you that the plots thick

You in the way, you gon' hear the Glock click

God bless this ignorant and obnoxious

European American, V’s with the smoke tints

Ten rack, black label suit with the smoke scent

Meet the connect by the ocean

I do my deals on the beach

Up to my neck in the water, and it ain’t sweet

Cuz trust is an issue

The ice pick tip with the rust gon' hit you

It cut through your tissue

Cuz you could go to jail, niggas’ll act like they miss you

It’s only when they see you, when you gone they forget you

I fell in love with the money, and lust with the pistol

Always hated the cops, say fuck when they get you

I still «Kill Bill» ill, monster from «300»

Talking money to G’s want it

We roll up then we load up

It’s a cocaine deal or a hold up?

I could care less about the set that you throws up

Came from nothing, used to have nothing

Now I’m somebody and I got a lil something

Rich nigga, Ritz nigga

You don’t know this nigga

I don’t like snakes, i’ll kill it if it hiss nigga

Rat nigga, snitch nigga

Rap nigga, fuck 'em all

My posse over there tell your girl to go suck em off

They say I’m underated, I just be getting faded

Cuz niggas’ll have your name all on the affidavit

I find it fascinating

I know how to kill em all, holiday’ll kill em off

When ghost procrastinating

You could see the holy ghost

I stretch your flat?

, take some herb in your pocket

You could call that the holy smoke

We ain’t cut from the same cloth

I’m the boss, we couldn’t work for the same boss

Point blank nigga, I would shoot your brains off

In the spot, the manteca and the cane soft

But you know that the bass hard

Dealer death and there ain’t no safe card

That’s Alchemist, this is Alchemy

Sniper on the balcony, higher then the Falcon be

It’s a pack of wolves and you know I’m where the alpha be

Guns go north, but the drugs go south for me

If anybody is out for me

Better go the fuck in, cuz I’m gonna go the fuck in

New York fly, California high

Miami hustle when I get up on a pie

Down south lean, midwest bounce

And I wanna double up, it’s the buck that counts