Slipping Into Darkness

Never seen before or heard in this fashion
 Convert the work to magic
 Bury a beat six feet, pour dirt in the casket
 Hard to imitate, I'm cut from a certain fabric
 My shirt and slacks thirty racks, plus the fur jacket
 No turning backwards
 Forward motion I pour mimosas
 Got me more in focus
 Got my foot inside the door and tore it open
 Now we going dumb, throwing money
 I'm from the Sunshine State
 When I eat I need a plus size plate
 The main event is this
 My jewelry look like the great adventure slick
 Promoters paint a stencil on the brick
 With my insignia
 You made a little splash in the wave pool
 I'm even drippier
 Shoot out the lights, I'm putting 50 up
 Then hang my jersey in the rafters
 Right next to Hit
 Hoppin' out the Trans Am flexing the fit
 Fuck all the talk, just cut the check and split
 Floor seats while I'm sippin'
 My pina colada is drippin' on my pimpin'
 But I never get to slippin' into darkness
 
 Never catch me slippin' into darkness
 
 Never catch me slippin'
 
 Alchemist over a Hit-Boy beat
 Hit-Boy over a Alchemist beat
 Let's do it
 I'm not for everybody, but I am who I am
 I am what I am
 No back and forth, no Martin and Pam
 TSA gotta check my wrist, and all they can say is damn
 When you move how you wanna move you gon' make somebody mad
 My nigga I'm the best student Kanye ever had
 Fell out with certain niggas fast, cause I put shit on blast
 That's how you smother out the nonsense
 I'm hungry as a hostage
 They hit me with the blockage, but I made it out the gauntlet
 Took short but long trips, what I know for sure is this
 Niggas will back stab you way quicker than they'll stab for you
 And that might be more soulful than going to Churches after Church
 You crossed your man but what was it worth?
 You die with a chain, they'll run in your hearse
 I guess I'm not the type of nigga you say congrats to
 Still put this shit on my back and my shoulders if I have to
 I'm thinking both of these two cities should go build my statue
 Pasadena and Fontana, I brought chips back through
 They thought they knew my sound
 I leveled up, I'm highly blessed
 Add me on your IG while you play this on your project steps
 Two feet on the concrete, somehow niggas thought I lost my step
 'Till I did them Nas projects, this time you cannot deflect
 I am who I am, I'm never slippin into darkness in this all white Lamb
 I'm never slippin into darkness
 But they bringing me to the darkness, look
 I'm usually homeboys with producers I get compared to
 But on this one I wanna see them stretched out, extra leg room
 I don't really know dude, he seem like a cool cat
 But I never once heard Metro Boomin do boom bap
 I never heard a Southside beat without a 808 in it
 HB in drunk driver mode, I swerve in every lane with it
 I fuck with Mustard he can make that ratchet shit with his eyes closed
 But now I'm starting to wonder, can that nigga chop soul?
 I just seen Yung Berg spoke on the wave
 I should do him like Trick Trick and snatch Hit out his name
 I had decoded the game, I had the coldest of days
 I'm like Deebo on his cruiser
 How you got no credits without co-producers?
 Time to give these niggas the Royal Flush, no Roto-Rooter
 It's Hit-Boy buckin', just so you niggas know the shooter
 Juug season I'm in the A playing Young Scooter
 Need em to see me in broad day from the walkway
 This feel like childhood summer trips
 I been a modest supplicant
 They rob you for publishing, that feel like a punishment
 How people I only met once don't look like none of us
 Moving with this wild behavior, that shit has shattered my trust
 Build a million statues in my likeness
 And I ain't dissin' on nobody I ain't even write this
 It came to me in a dream, they had it out for Hit
 So I freestyled this verse over The Alchemist