The Alchemist

Hey Rich
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 When you walk up on my turf don't interject
 I get the capillary, rip it out yo' neck
 Yo' girl gon' pop that pussy, poppa in her skirt
 You can pop a pilly, I'ma pop a purp
 I've made it my mission to bury
 Bury all my burdens and my enemies
 I don't need yo' fuckin' help I need no fuckin' friendlies
 Keep my circle tighter with the lighter like an alchemist
 I got my bitch up on my right, she cock it with the falcon grip
 Take the crown, toss it up
 Place it down in your gut
 Take ya hoe, she gon' suck
 Yeah, I'm pumpin' and dumpin'
 My life, let it go
 All the pain that we hold
 Feel the rain, feel the cold
 Yeah I'm stuntin', they duckin'
 See my eyes, see yo' lies
 They reflect in the sky, turnin' black
 In the night
 Yeah I'm gunnin', they runnin'
 Make my time, make the climb
 To the top, learn the signs
 Earn yo' life, can't revive
 Something for nothing
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 Get buck, get buck, get buck, get buck
 Tell yo' bitch that I said wassup (wassup)
 Ain't it funny that yo' money in my trunk (in my trunk)
 You lookin' dummy like a mummy
 In the front (in the front)
 Get buck, get buck, get buck, get buck
 Tell yo' bitch that I said wassup (wassup)
 Ain't it funny that yo' money in my trunk (in my trunk)
 You lookin' dummy like a mummy
 In the front (in the front)
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 Hey Rich (Rich, Rich...)