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the alchemist - fork in the pot lyrics

[intro: westside gunn]
brr, ayo, ayo

[chorus: westside gunn & conway]
penthouse, 2 stoves
dome shot, made a tootsie roll (boom)
walk up in your hood like, “f-ck y’all”
they ain’t see my lil n-gg- ducked off (brr)
fork in the c-ke pot, tryna make a billion (billion)
lil homie in the cut, got it on him
fork in the c-ke pot, tryna make a billion (billion)
i ain’t playin’ with you n-gg-s

[verse 1: conway]
uh, look, lil g wanna spaz
ready to lift a n-gg- off his feet for a bag
he need that dub, n-gg-, he doing bad
so i bet he do you bad
i creep through heats in the dash, i keep two stashed
f-ck the police too, i was speeding through the ave
take ’em on a high speed chase, i’ma breeze through and laugh
’cause the pigs h-t a tree when they crashed, woah (hahaha)
i’m recruiting savages, catch a body then they reuse the mag
rap n-gg-s hate me, r&b n-gg-s mad
i’m in that 50 cent, g-unit bag (ha)
goons put the work in free if i ask
make a g call, had three n-gg-s stabbed
shoot your block bare face, i don’t need me a mask
f-ck it, they need to know that it was me if they ask
i’m talking white sheep in the bag
take ’em to the morgue, n-gg-s feet get a tag, boy
griselda, b-tch, we get the cash
vip, ten b-tches got clicq’ in the gl-ss (what up, baby?)
two cubans, both weigh a ki and a half, uh
i still know how to get a ki from a half
to come to my hood, boy, you need you a p-ss
or else n-gg-s finna take everything you have
like run it, n-gg-s try me, i’m gunning
this sh-t ain’t nothing new to me, n-gg-, i done it
i’m the man in my city, lil n-gg-, i run it
i ain’t the best yet? tell who is i’m coming
where the beef at? p-ssy n-gg-, i want it
n-gg-s get sh-t bags shot, hit in that stomach
balmain, both pockets full of blue hundreds
grimiest of all time, machine, b-tch, i’m drumming, motherf-cker

[chorus: westside gunn & schoolboy q]
penthouse, 2 stoves
dome shot, made a tootsie roll (boom)
walk up in your hood like, “f-ck y’all”
they ain’t see my lil n-gg- ducked off (brr)
fork in the c-ke pot, tryna make a billion (billion)
billion, uh, yeah
fork in the c-ke pot, tryna make a billion (billion)
billion, uh yo

[verse 2: schoolboy q]
where the dope at? i sold it all
diamond chain full of armor all
drive mclaren down the audobon
n-gg-, bet your girl wanna tag along
dose of this and go to babylon
summertime in cali serve an avalanche
i’m a whale to a fish, n-gg-, serve quail to a brick, uh
your aunties and uncles, they know me, n-gg-
slanging them patties, her buns full of cavi’
guns in the attic, fiends got me in palace
but it’s hard to keep your balance when this k automatic
getting caught up in the traffic, n-gg-s die at the stop signs
i gave you details, n-gg-s looking for punchlines
throw bananas like romo
n-gg-s serving grams like four door
we shooting for the head, no j-lo
i’m going to jail, i’m keeping a c-note
i never sail out like a b, though
i’m in a stolen whip, no keys for the regal
n-gg-s squeeze in the bird
your mind’s for the worse, i’m cripping in church
and if the cops don’t find it, thank god for a purse, uh, yeah

[chorus: westside gunn & schoolboy q]
penthouse, 2 stoves
dome shot, made a tootsie roll (boom)
walk up in your hood like, “f-ck y’all”
they ain’t see my lil n-gg- ducked off (brr)
fork in the c-ke pot, tryna make a billion (billion)
whip
fork in the c-ke pot, tryna make a billion (billion)

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