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doing my best - hit-boy & the alchemist lyrics

[intro: the alchemist]
ayo, check it

[verse 1: the alchemist]
two of the best in the coast of the west (know it)
talk down on my neph, you better hold your breath (watch your mouth)
fancy footwork, i know the steps
flexin’ calf muscles, show the strength, mullet to my shoulder length
stadium lights, cameras, and action, gave a sneak peek
and faded into black and it was time for the main attraction (f*ckin’ slippin’ into darkness)
might need a mink made of chinchilla
even laid up in a villa, still beat my chest and stay gorilla
on god, heaven, and every holy scripture (all of ’em)
these are snapshots, i’m givin’ you a focused picture (look)

[verse 2: hit*boy]
i fixed the verse up, i’m a known fixture
pain and grief, that’s a cold mixture
i been through all the motions
the people who hurt you the most be the ones you close with
i had put my album out, n*ggas ain’t even post it
guess they thought i ain’t notice, yeah, that sh*t had me rollin’
people you don’t know show you more love than ones you do
i think i’m the only one tellin’ it when it come to the truth
i make beats, still f*ck ’em over, it come to the booth
love to rodney b, four years old, i was learnin’ from troop
robertson park, “whatever it takes” video shoot
showed me i was destined for this moment we headin’ into
[verse 3: the alchemist]
uh, my fingers frozen, it’s inside a cube
i’m ridin’ a wave, i’m currently inside a tube (inside it, yeah)
find a trapdoor in a tractor, go inside the loop
the plays fallin’ in my lap, don’t even gotta scoop (huh)
varsity jackets with the letterman patches
i bake m*ffins and i set ’em in batches (nice)
everything geometric, i’m a fendi sign (chart)
you a robot, you work on an assembly line (come on, man)
twenty specialists to screw in a lightbulb (how many?)
might as well be at the circus usin’ a tightrope
i will project, there’s no need to move the mic close
breakin’ somethin’ down while i’m leanin’ up on a light post (yeah)

[verse 4: hit*boy]
this make me wanna polish up a dirty rifle
go psycho, alfred hitchc*ck
big hit got big blocks, this ain’t for tiktok, this real life
when real n*ggas make it big, yeah, that’s what it feel like
n*ggas try to dim my future, n*gga, but it’s still bright
we been makin’ real films
they just gettin’ hip to the movement, but i been him
they thought they was stabbin’ on me, i had went and k!lled them
turnt the regular club into the strip club ’cause n*ggas got stripped
f*ck partic*p*tion, we in for the chip
sendin’ out a much love to my most solid ones
touch down out the bing and my dog got a buzz
silence is power
sometimes you gotta keep sh*t between you and god
send a prayer for spots got raided by the swat
this one is for project girls raised in watts
i f*ck with 03, mafia business, mob like the sopranos, peep the pianos
fades in the back of apartments, n*gga, we ran those
life will put you on the spot, yeah, this sh*t is a test
they asked me what i been doin’, i been doin’ my best
[outro]
b*tch*ass n*gga, stop f*ckin’—
yeah, yeah, come on

- hit boy the alchemist lyrics

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