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The Alchemist - The Symbol Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, fucking throw up on the floor, shit
Get the cleaning lady
My bad! Hey yo!

[Verse 1]
In only one year, considered as a veteran
Top of the line, the whip look like tropical lime
Off the boat, cousin, Glock by the spine
Do a murder seven thirty, then they flying at nine
Shit!
Handspring half twist into the Buick
You say you’re doing shit but never do it
I say I’m doing shit and then I do it
Never going back to work in labor
Fuck that your little chain, you better tuck that
Uh, vultures flying over the carcass
Bitches blowing on my dick like a cartridge
Throw some grass up, aim a little east of the target
My brain was sculpted at Harvard
Never mention all the crime I been a part of
Serve like Ivan Lendl up in the rental
The team's been assembled
They receiving health benefits and dental
The lamb was laced with fennel
Left hand then shift the right foot touched the pedal!
[Chorus]
From now on I'm just the symbol
Hundred dollar drugs smoke out the window
Paper plates, I never had a license
Could always catch me smoking spices
Triple lindy out the Jeep, land into a split
Get up in the spin, doggie, I’m the shit!
You’re staying broke, like Maury with the hip
Huh, catch me on Maury with my bitch
Fuck with me!

[Verse 2]
The whip gymnast
Jump out the car into the river
Don't splash on the dive
Straightforward money, cash on the side
If you catch him I want that bastard alive
My bitch's ass is like an apple
Yo, if you see me look astonished
Your boy is ill with the phonics
Since Gary Payton had the pill for the Sonics
You’re still a novice
And to be brutally honest, your shit is garbage!
Dog, I've been a scholar
My shoes are still alive from Lake Victoria
Fuck the order up, leave you stretched in the corridor
I got my aura up, hoes that drive me in a foreign truck (dykes)
One is riding me, the other one is rolling up (weed)
Pray to science they don’t pull me over
If they do, then the fun is over
Whether young or older, motherfucker's been a musket holder
Just sprinkle cheese on top of me, and let it get crusted over!
[Chorus]
From now on I'm just the symbol
Hundred dollar drugs smoke out the window
Paper plates, I never had a license
Could always catch me smoking spices
Triple lindy out the Jeep, land into a split
Get up in the spin, doggie, I’m the shit!
You’re staying broke, like Maury with the hip
Huh, catch me on Maury with my bitch
Fuck with me!

Fuck with me! (repeated throughout)