Slipping Into Darkness

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 My shirt and slacks thirty racks, plus the fur jacket No turning backwards Forward motion I pour mimosas Got me more in focus Got my foot inside the door and tore it open Now we going dumb, throwing money I'm from the Sunshine State When I eat I need a plus size plate The main event is this My jewelry look like the great adventure slick Promoters paint a stencil on the brick With my insignia You made a little splash in the wave pool I'm even drippier Shoot out the lights, I'm putting 50 up Then hang my jersey in the rafters Right next to Hit Hoppin' out the Trans Am flexing the fit Fuck all the talk, just cut the check and split Floor seats while I'm sippin' My pina colada is drippin' on my pimpin' But I never get to slippin' into darkness Never catch me slippin' into darkness Never catch me slippin' 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 me with the blockage, but I made it out the gauntlet Took short but long trips, what I know for sure is this Niggas will back stab you way quicker than they'll stab for you And that might be more soulful than going to Churches after Church You crossed your man but what was it worth? You die with a chain, they'll run in your hearse I guess I'm not the type of nigga you say congrats to Still put this shit on my back and my shoulders if I have to I'm thinking both of these two cities should go build my statue Pasadena and Fontana, I brought chips back through 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 'Till I did them Nas projects, this time you cannot deflect I am who I am, I'm never slippin into darkness in this all white Lamb I'm never slippin into darkness But they bringing me to the darkness, look I'm usually homeboys with producers I get compared to But on this one I wanna see them stretched out, extra leg room 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 HB 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 starting 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 Juug season I'm in the A playing Young Scooter Need em to see me in broad day from the walkway This feel like childhood summer trips I been a modest supplicant They rob you for publishing, that feel like a punishment How people I only met once don't look like none of us Moving with this wild behavior, that shit has shattered my 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 So I freestyled this verse over The Alchemist