Lirik Lagu Slipping Into Darkness - Hit-Boy, The Alchemist
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Never seen before, or heard in this fashion, convert the work to magicBury a beat six-feet, pour dirt in the casketHard to imitate, I'm cut from a certain fabric (Fabric)My shirt and slacks, thirty racks, plus the fur jacket, no turnin' backwards (No turnin' back)Forward motion, I pour mimosas, got me more in focus (Yup)Got my foot inside the door, then tore it openNow we goin' dumb, throwin' money, I'm from the Sunshine State (Yes)When I eat, I need a plus-size plateThe main event is this, my jewelry look like the Great Adventure SlickPromote this pain, a stencil on the brick, with my insigniaYou made a little splash in the wavepool, I'm even drippier (More)Shoot out the lights, I'm puttin' fifty upThen hang my jersey in the rafters, right next to Hit (What up?)Hoppin' out the Trans Am, flexin' the fit (See me?)Fuck all the talk, just cut the check and split (Fuck outta here)Floor seats while I'm sippin', my Piña colada was drippin' on my Pippen (On my Pippen)But I never get to slippin' into darkness (Dark)
[Chorus: The Alchemist & Hit-Boy]You never catch me slippin' into darkness (Dark)Never catch me slippin' (Never)
Alchemist over a Hit-Boy beat, Hit-Boy over a Alchemist beatLet's do it
I'm not for everybody, but I am who I amI am what I am, no back and forth, no Martin and PamTSA gotta check my wrist, and all they can say is ''Damn!''When you move how you wanna move, you gon' make somebody madMy nigga, I'm the best student Kanye ever hadFell out with certain niggas fast, 'cause I put shit on blastThat's how you smother out the nonsense, I'm hungry as a hostageThey hit with me the blockage, but I made it out the gauntletTook short but long trips, what I know for sure is thisNiggas'll backstab you way quicker than they'll stab for youAnd that might be more soulful than goin' to Church's after churchYou cross your man, but what was it worth? You die with a chain, they runnin' your hearseI guess I'm not the type of nigga you say congrats toStill put the shit on my back and my shoulders if I have toI'm thinkin' both of these two cities should go build my statuePasadena and Fontana, I brought chips back through (For the landin')They thought they knew my sound, I leveled up, I'm highly blessedAdd me on your IG, while you play this on your project stepsTwo feet on the concrete, somehow niggas thought I lost my step'Til I did them Nas projects, this time you cannot deflect (Cannot)I am who I am, I'm never slippin' into darkness in this all-white Lamb
I'm never slippin' into darkness (Never slippin', never slippin')But they bringin' me to the darkness (To the darkness, darkness), look
I'm usually homeboys with producers I get compared toBut on this one, I wanna see 'em stretched out, extra legroomI don't really know dude, he seem like a cool catBut I never once heard Metro Boomin do boom bapI never heard a Southside beat without a 808 in itH.B. in drunk-driver mode, I swerve in every lane with itI fuck with Mustard, he can make that ratchet shit with his eyes closedBut now I'm startin' to wonder, can that nigga chop soul?I just seen Yung Berg spoke on the waveI should do him like Trick Trick and snatch Hit out his nameI had decoded the game, I had the coldest of daysI'm like Deebo on his cruiser, how you got no credits without co-producers?Time to give these niggas the royal flush, no Roto-RooterIt's Hit-Boy buckin', just so you niggas know the shooterJugg season, I'm in the A playin' Young ScooterNeeded to see me in broad day from the walkwayThis feel like childhood summer trips, I've been a modest supplicantThey rob you for publishin', that feel like a punishmentHow people I only met once, don't look like none of us?Movin' with this wild behaviour, that shit that shattered my trust (Trust)Build a million statues in my likenessAnd I ain't dissin' on nobody, I ain't even write thisIt came to me in a dream, they had it out for Hit (Out for Hit)So I freestyled this verse over The Alchemist (Over the Alchemist)
Hit-BoyI know it's been a while, I've been sleepin' on some gems tooBut Greggs Street's question of the day today is:''How do you know everything, and you ain't never did shit?How you got all the answers, but you ain't never did nothin'?''
