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The Alchemist

Sand Castles

 

Sand Castles

(album: Yacht Rock 2 - 2019)


The window, just look outside, here at the hull...
Color stainless sinks...
(A boat with a boat on it, does that make sense
A boat on a boat
I said it's a boat inside of a boat
See that? It's a boat in a boat
Mailman, nigga, yeah
Almighty, nigga
Yeah, nigga, brrt, uh)

[Benny The Butcher:]
Say hello to the good guy, at least I used to be
On tour, shows looking like Woodstock, it's kinda new to me
All these sticks, got it like wood shop, I keep like two or three
Plus my bitch body in tip-top, I push the Masi' in flip flops
I run around with this big Glock
Drive through Cleveland with a brick, hit your town for a pitstop
You know that swish shot?
It make the same sound when my wrist lock
Back when y'all was piss pots
I had a fork in my hand, pulling powder out fish pots, you know me
I'm in Atlanta doing eighty down Grand National
Who you know that took a brick and made sand castles?
You owe the cartel that bread, they gon' kidnap you
We the same, you owe it to the game, we gon' head tap you
My yellow bitch pussy good, I call her red Snapple
Get it, that pussy so good, I get the head after
You was cool 'til I advanced past you
Now you food, but when I'm gone they gon' build schools and statues

[El Camino:]
I'm on a yacht twisting up weed, they on a jet ski
I play Cali, got P's and dope from Medellín
Everyday a different scheme
The streets full of bullshit, don't get caught between, the Benz cream
My wrist mean, Balenciaga on the boat, sold soap
When the rent was due and the work was slow, you know
But shit, the tables turn
When my youngin don't listen, I make him sit and learn
We played the curbs with the best work
I was on the steps first
But then I started cooking up, I learned to chef work
My time came and I was ready for it, uh
He tried to take my spot and I bled him for it, yo
El Camino 2, I hope y'all ready for it
I'm in a Porsche, way richer, I feel like Richard Porter
No roof on the coupe, my niggas train to shoot
They paid to shoot, so they gonna spray at you
Yo, I promise I won't play with you

(Does that look like a boat, you'd maybe think of, maybe?
You'd like to have a yacht like that?
You're gonna need some spare cash
Without being specific, Paul Ron Johnson said the cost is in the tens of millions...)

(My next dog need some red bones...
I went to the other yacht next door...)

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