Intro: The Alchemist & ScHoolboy Q
Yeah
(Da-da, da-da, da-da) Yeah
(Da-da, da-da) Yeah, yeah
(Da-da, da-da, da-da) Yeah
(Da-da, da-da) Yeah, yeah
Ah

Verse: The Alchemist
Look, I whip the 'Rari in the rain
Ice in my veins, I'm sippin' on Bacardi straight
Just gettin' started, a Harley 8 (Uh)
Icin' all on me, I'm a birthday party cake (Happy birthday)
I'm blowin' out your candles
They hike the ball to me, I'm the quarterback, I know about the scramble
I be guardin' sixty seconds flat (Out here)
I'm a vintage stepper, Stacy Adams shoes with a Stetson hat (Yeah)
Don't make me come out of my stage ensemble (Do it)
My latеst combo, danced on the work, did the macarеna and the mambo
I slide electric, worldwide respected (Uh)
The method's been tried and tested
Chew on the track but this stomach acid digested
Luther prepare a naked section and then I dressed it
You puttin' lipstick on the pig, can't slap a bow on the bum
Wrap a ribbon around his wig and make him crisp (The fuck you doin', man?)
I'm a genuine article (Uh)
The jammy's a food processor, it'll blend you into particles
Inside a venue, I'm Spartacus (Me)
I'm the finisher, you still working with a starter kit (Come on)
That boy is buggin', he got bars to spit

Segue: ScHoolboy Q
(Al-Alchemist, Alchemist)
I ain't gon' let you stand up, sit your ass down, I don't [?]
Yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, okay

Chorus: ScHoolboy Q
Rain, rain, take the pain away (Ayy, yeah, yeah)
White thing off a layaway (White ho, yeah)
Four-five, you gon' fade away (Pew, pew, pew)
On God, who gon' play today? Hmm, yeah
The rose grill, is that the pearly gates?
The big clock, it got the bumper face (Face)
Hmm, the all-whites, I got shit to say (Say)
Fell out the sky, shit to say, hmm

Segue: ScHoolboy Q
White, white, hmm, fuck that
Oh, fuckboy (Ayy)
This you, disgusting
Get him away from me!

Outro: The Alchemist
Y'all know I just walk that walk
[?] just, you know what I do, you know
What rapper out there you would like to work with right now?
No, no
Hahaha, tell 'em—, tell 'em the truth, man
Tell them rapper what you really think
Of these motherfuckers who rip your style, man
Tell 'em, hahaha
Tell 'em, tell 'em what you really think of these rappers who rip your style, man
Nah, I'm just—
I'm a fan, man, I got love for 'em, for the— for the game, man, you know
Stay focused, man, you know what I mean
Sure y'all can tell life ain't no joke, man, you know what I mean
It ain't a game, stay focused, man
Make sure you cautious before you make a move that could be the last move you make, you heard? (Mm-hmm)