All For It The Alchemist (Ft. Roc Marciano)

[Intro]
Chillin', inhalin' ganja smoke
Chillin'
Counting mad cream
Chillin', inhalin' ganja smoke

Boss marc nigga
Whatch'y'all know about it
Yeah, turn that shit up for me Al
The whole shit, overall, bump that shit i my hat
(Can we get a moment of silence for this small ..)

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
We easily, squeeze heat from a two door
Blue yugo, to put a new hole in your culo
OG kudo, your whole steeze pseudo
10,000 a key you can’t lose Frankie’s poodle
Boss like Hugo, you know to the tombstone
The uno, flip the Peugot the parasuco
You need a parachute to view those
Chulos with tuxedos with plush luxury vehicles
I proceeded to reach the pinnacle
The beta to the loot (?), speeding in the coupe
Being cool we on a scenic route
Got stripes like an Adidas suit
Drape the lace I’m in a great space
Ate steaks, haters turn away to save face
And break eigths, mayonnaise based, cannons play to waste
We laying waste I’m weighing grams orlando lakes
Handshakes Lambos scrape bones ache
Phones rang come for money like Goldstein
Roll with the team, they supposed to be g
Go at his neck like rosary beads
For groceries and push the 5-double-0 Series
Upholstery smell like Potpourri
But it ain't everything I hoped it'd be