Escucha música Dinavolino de The Alchemist 2025 en línea | Musica Hip Hop

The Alchemist - Dinavolino Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse 1: Chuck Inglish]
Out the milk crate back up in my rhyme book
Walking back up in the school asking niggas how my eyes look
It was just me and my brush
Keep it wavy baby boy, I ain't playing with them toys
You can hear it in my voice bruv
You need to get your coins up
Should've made some better choices
Now you need to make an appointment
The point spread is too high to cover that line
You ain't playing with house money, they'll be in your house for me
Nah homie, the sink in the couch only
And we gon' confiscate the artwork
Shock you real quick, make your heart work
I don't even care if it's a sawbuck I need to pick it all up
Back to twirling pasta like a real mobster
Mazda MPV slide the doors off
[?] leathers all weather in them pockets
Rocking beef and brats, keepin' knots in socks

[Verse 2: Boldy James]
I'm on the road not taken where it's less traveled
These niggas know who's not fake and I don't just babble
Rotating picking up from fellowship chapel
Selling blows out of vacant, bagging up my next satchel
Paint flipping on the Caprice, everfresh Snapple
Looked out for niggas in need when I didn't have to
Kept it discreet, shit was less hassle
But when they try to violate your street, don't let 'em trespass you
Ever been in a gun fight to the death battle?
When niggas playing both sides trying to fence straddle
Play the knight to free my rook, send my bitch at you
Push a pawn to move my queen then I left castle
Anything with Michigan plates, they gon' red flag you
Never answer none of the questions the detect' ask you
Who all gon' really keep it G when them feds snatch you
We need a Slick and Big Meech BMF statue
I been yumpin’ on your DI, burnt out on your bi-otch
I know some niggas off of p-rock got the shit on key lock
Jugging, remixing that re-rock, trapping with that G lock
Serving J's in the hood like we grew up off of D-block
Catching a clio- slapping on Y-O
Double was thinking 'bout moving back to Ohio
I know some niggas tree top, Cinco de Mayo
Whipping up with that tap, it ain't no cap in my bio
Trying to see how many pallets I can stack on this high-low
I really came up with Bisky, Moe, Shotty and Ribo
Clip full of rhinos in my Rico Tesiano’s
My niecey know Uncle Boldy keep that 40 like a wino
Used to peddle them black mags on my dino
Now we rocking exclusive Bape shit with baby Milo
[Verse 3: Sir Michael Rocks]
I make decisions, niggas got to listen
I come from no pot to piss in
We could build a bridge or build a dam
A hundred twenty messages and texts from my Mexican connect
It's gon' be a second 'fore this shipment lands
A bottle of that [?]
Niggas get locked then phone a friend
'Cause you know we all going through change like homeless hands
At the Soho Grand meeting my lawyer for lamb
He said we switch up the scam, they cannot foil the plan
It's getting warm outside, weather switching, the trees growing back with leaves
My body sense the money in the breeze
I fell in [?] and lost it
Them Valantino Garavani shoes made spend a soft six
They said the devil bring the summer back crazy
Firm shit, AZ, everybody crazy bro
Somebody gon' get shot, get robbed
Get dumped, get done, get popped
Make the money then talk