Alchemist
• Written by juantarious
Alchemist
If you feel it, it must be real just
You the party baby I'm just the guest list
Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped
Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped
Hotel suite, room keys is a gift
Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think
Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift
Yeah, I never dreamed of a gift
Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised
That ice be onto my neck and wrist
I pray that that's me, but I gotta be honest
Come here to picture how he bumping his fist
Real nigga, that's just how I'm built
Shout out to Joe and Chris, It's A.P on my wrist
Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist
I promise to keep it honest
Now I’m armed and I’m Fayetnam’s finest
I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift
I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift
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juantarious
Member since May 19 2016