Flying Spirit The Alchemist (Ft. Bruiser Brigade)

[Verse 1: Danny Brown]
They say "Danny, how you get it?"
Told 'em "If you gotta ask me, motherfucker, you ain't with it"
Lil' nigga, better give it, with no aura ‘bout you
Give a fuck you on the corner, sellin' water bottles
This that rusty .38 at Grandma's place
This Bolognese and cheese on New Years Eve
Appetite for destruction, my sight see blood
Just 'cause I call you cuz' don't mean we blood
It's that Bruiser Brigade, and it's fades on deck
Give a fuck what you playin', I'ma rep my set
Yacht-Master Rolex, but I ain't got no boat
Know that bitch ain't my ho, but I got that throat
Got a target on my back, yeah, my life in the scope
'Cause my name ring bells everywhere I go
Bitch, we the new mob, so slob on the knob
Only read rob reports in the back of the Saab

[Verse 2: J.U.S]
I kill shit in the booth whenever the mic's on
You know my number, it stay the same like Mike Jones
Then I wasn't hot, but now the hoes all on me
Not big as ever, and them niggas still on me
Used to be friendly, now I DoorDash Coney
Watchin' Curse of Oak Island, hopin' that they found treasure
I found peace and fucks with myself beyond measure
You flyin' Spirit
It only take a knife to turn you to a flyin' spirit
Like Casper the Ghost
Me and Brown on Collards dumpin' blunts in the Ghost
I got the Tommy, he'll turn you right into ghost
So who got the power?
And I'm patient
Unlike party girls waitin' for powder
A nigga like me'll have you waitin' for hours
'Cause it's the whitest snow
My VVS' get a whitest glow
Sunday service, the same place the whiners go