Lyrics

[Intro] Stop rappin' my life, nigga Hey (Biggest creature) [Verse 1] Huh, Band Man the philosopher, they call me a lifeman We don't turn to officers, this loyalty is priceless You sloppy, better sharpen up, they handin' out indictments (Real, tighten up) Can't get out once you caught a one, they call that shit expired Fuck her like a ho or somethin', she think that I'm a sia I'm liquor, I ain't spoil her, that pussy got expired (Ayy) Lil' bro, who the own work and murder the assignment I go watch the foot work, that boy just like a lineman They call me Mr. Keep Work, stop with all the pliance Scared to coupe out cheap work with 'em nobody fired I got love for the AZ dirt, I get it from my mines (No fakin') [Chorus] Lonnie got the formula Lonnie got his track degree, Lonnie the philosopher Lonnie know some alchemy (No fakin') Hey Hold on, fuck it, call me alchemist, baby, I'm a prodigy [Verse 2] I hit her with the magic stick and now that bitch belong to me Bae, do that one magic trick, you sucked the soul out me Show your ass a magic trick, turn a whole one to a three That's what you call alchemy Long live Jizzle P Tired of niggas sayin' that they P, that ain't sweet You ain't never make a bitch walk the blade 'til her feet bleed For seven days straight just to bring you back a ten-piece Wingding, no tender, out them T-shirts like a clothes vender 'Troit nigga, the reason why the south got some cold winters Dirty Mitten, see us in y'all state, we got drugs in it Plug bitter, I parked a lower number and stopped fuckin' with him One time for the chemist He showed me that potion Lonnie, he go get it, then he hocus pocus Flip these bitches like a gymnast, do my cartwheel on it And if nobody know your business, can't nobody tell on you Tuh, they think I'm a lovey-dovey, she don't know I'm bogus I hit it with no Danny Glover, throw up in that ocean I told lil' baby that I love her and I barely know her I told her that this pussy mines, she told me, "Better own it" [Chorus] Lonnie got the formula Lonnie got his track degree, Lonnie the philosopher Lonnie know some alchemy, hey Hey Hold on, fuck it, call me alchemist, baby, I'm a prodigy I turn over a rapper bitch I be where that magic stick I charge up her— Charge up that ho battery