Slipping Into Darkness

Artists living comfortably, yeah
Yeah, let me fly

Never seen before, or heard in this fashion, convert the work to magic
Bury a beat six-feet, pour dirt in the casket
Hard to imitate, I'm cut from a certain fabric
My shirt and slacks, thirty racks, plus the fur jacket, no turning backwards (No turning back)
Forward motion, I pour mimosas, got me more in focus (Yup)
Got my foot inside the door, then tore it open
Now we going dumb, throwing money, I'm from the Sunshine State (Yes)
When I eat, I need a plus-size plate
The main event is this, my jewelry look like the Great Adventure Slick
Promote this pain, a stencil on the brick, with my insignia
You made a little splash in the wavepool, I'm even drippier (More)
Shoot out the lights, I'm putting fifty up
Then hang my jersey in the rafters, right next to Hit (What up?)
Hopping out the TransAm, flexing the fit (See me)
Fuck all the talk, just cut the check and split (Fuck outta here)
Floor seats while I'm sipping, my Piña colada was dripping on my Pippen (On my Pippen)
But I never get to slipping into darkness (Dark)

You never catch me slipping into darkness (Dark)
Never catch me slipping (Never)

Alchemist over a Hit-Boy beat, Hit-Boy over a Alchemist beat
Let's do it

I'm not for everybody, but I am who I am
I am what I am, no back and forth, no Martin and Pam
TSA gotta check my wrist, and all they can say is "Damn!"
When you move how you wanna move, you gon' make somebody mad
My nigga, I'm the best student Kanye ever had
Fell out with certain niggas fast, 'cause I put shit on blast
That's how you smother out the nonsense, I'm hungry as a hostage
They hit with me the blockage, but I made it out the gauntlet
Took short but long trips, what I know for sure is this
Niggas'll backstab you way quicker than they'll stab for you
And that might be more soulful than going to Church's after church
You cross your man, but what was it worth? You die with a chain, they running your hearse
I guess I'm not the type of nigga you say congrats to
Still put the shit on my back and my shoulders if I have to
I'm thinking both of these two cities should go build my statue
Pasadena and Fontana, I brought chips back through (For the landin')
They thought they knew my sound, I leveled up, I'm highly blessed
Add me on your IG, while you play this on your project steps
Two 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 slipping into darkness in this all-white Lamb

I'm never slipping into darkness (Never slipping, never slippin')
But they bringing me to the darkness (To the darkness, darkness), look

I'm usually homeboys with producers I get compared to
But on this one, I wanna see 'em stretched out, extra legroom
I don't really know dude, he seem like a cool cat
But I never once heard Metro Boomin do boom bap
I never heard a Southside beat without a 808 in it
H.B. in drunk-driver mode, I swerve in every lane with it
I fuck with Mustard, he can make that ratchet shit with his eyes closed
But now I'm starting to wonder, can that nigga chop soul?
I just seen Yung Berg spoke on the wave
I should do him like Trick Trick and snatch Hit out his name
I had decoded the game, I had the coldest of days
I'm like Deebo on his cruiser, how you got no credits without co-producers?
Time to give these niggas the royal flush, no Roto-Rooter
It's Hit-Boy bucking, just so you niggas know the shooter
Jugg season, I'm in the A playing Young Scooter
Needed to see me in broad day from the walkway
This feel like childhood summer trips, I've been a modest supplicant
They rob you for publishing, that feel like a punishment
How people I only met once, don't look like none of us?
Moving with this wild behaviour, that shit that shattered my trust (Trust)
Build a million statues in my likeness
And I ain't dissing on nobody, I ain't even write this
It 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-Boy
I know it's been a while, I've been sleeping on some gems too
But 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'? "