Professor F The Alchemist & Fashawn

[Intro: Fashawn]
Uh, the maturation of Shawn, ah...

[Verse 1: Fashawn]
Speed the shit to get you open wide
Roll a couple more kush, blow your high
Who's that nigga? Don't be surprised
It be that Young F from the far left side
And we ball like Kenny Latimore
If time is money, then there's nothing that I can't afford
Reminiscing when I had a whore
Put through more bullshit than a matador
So it was either money or monogamy
Running with a monopoly, death over dishonesty
And yes, I confess I smoke a lot of weed
Heck, I'm vexed, when will the drama cease?
Huh, maybe in my absence
All I seem to hear is "I'm crazier than your average"
I don't vacate, I hibernate
Awake, just to defecate on your siphon space

[Verse 2: Fashawn]
Yo, far from a 5 percenter
Tote 5s to survive the winter
A nightmare to you rhyme beginners
You light years behind, admit it
Nigga speed up, cause we over the limit
The weed crushed, and so is the linen
A K.O. and I'm finished, grab a hold of the 'Chemist
I'm controlling the rhyme, he's controlling the rhythm
I just focus my energy and channel it
Hit them like fingertips on a mandolin
My manuscripts is scripture for niggas who's scrambling
Running red lights like ambulances
Analysis of a G, who found his way out the street
What you make in a month, he's counting in a week
Never saw defeat like I was born obese
Usually, victory doesn't sound this sweet, uh