Speed Demon Freestyle - The Alchemist, BOLDY JAMES

I want his house burnt to the ground

I wanna go there in the middle of the night

Real spoken on some niggas that been jail broken

Heard he told on his plug, CO left his cell open

Might go out in a blaze of glory, still in Hell toting

Dumping that Lucifer, Sig Sauer with the barrel smoking

That how we know the drink hit when ain’t no seal on it

make a fake brick and put the smell on it

Traffic in the bag, ain’t got no paper trail on it

A million dollars in cash, would you kill for it?

No punchlines, no cute shit

'Cause if I press play my niggas really mute shit

Had dog bleeding from them mouth, think it’s mucus

Niggas boosting on the markets, we just heard a bunch of shooting

Real underground kings, we come from the sewage

Don’t let me do it to you done 'cause I overdo it

This murder music with Ali, he co-wrote and produced it

Coke in the microwave, I showboat when I nuke it

Snakes on the collar of my shirt, this polo so exclusive

Out in Vegas at The Mirage, shit ain’t no illusion

You know who winning but of course we all know who losing

Jump with them killers off the porch, we all know who rooting

For the bad guy in the movie smoking on a Cuban

Belt sweet as a Suzy Q, I got the smokers

No excuses for my behavior, was broke and stupid

Contributing, doing the devil’s work on my Joyner Lucas

See it in your face, I got the good stuff

Alright

making pill flips

Still trip, touched a couple hundred, need a meal ticket

Ghetto nigga putting up numbers like I’m Will Smith

Real shit, packed a little darker but it’s still

Scratch and sniff, send a magic marker way this hit

Still with the shits, stick and hit the killswitch

Crumbled up past comers sort of like some trail mix

like a celtic

Selfish with this loaded gun, I get you melted

Attorney left my Co-D feeling helpless

Lost bro to murder one, all the pain I done felt it

H I done scaled it, the 'cane I done dealt it

Get popped with a brick out of state and catch a Elvis

Eldritch how long we been taking federal jail risks

Now every time the mail run, that’s a 12 strip

What is this velvet?

Bust at your helmet

RIP you and your OG, fuck a spell check

DA tried to snatch my bond bag but my bail set

buck fifty, put you on bed rest

Held back, dropped out twice, never been held back

It ain’t really too much shit in life a nigga failed at

Been to hell and back, came on 19 with jail tats

Now we leaving niggas at the light in them Hellcats