Professional Style (feat. AZ) 가사

Y'all know what it is, Brooklyn's finest Wild money zone, AZ, Alchemist Doin' what I do best, what y'all can't do I'm 'bout to hop on the biggest muh'fuckin' boat ever The Queen Mary, 'bout to cross the muh'fuckin' Mediterranean Y'all motherfuckers at war Cruise ships sail out, inmates bail out D's flipped my day one dog, we finally fell out Identifyin' bodies at morgues, I need rest I parlay with the faces, enforced with weed breath Patron out my pores keep you feelin' the vibe I'm 'noyed No hog, I'm concealin' my cries, avoid Manic-depress' shit, Hannibal Lect-ic Let off a few shots dip, ran through the exit Breathing hard I'm too old for this All these diamonds in these wrists-es and my necklaces-es Supposed to be 9 digits up, effortless But it's like I been possessed by the Exorcist Forgive me, no Emmy's or roleplay here Just a Bentley 2-door with the cold-faced stare So yeah cool, whatever Blunts, bottles or broads nigga do whatever Blood, bullets or war'll be the move forever Single solo or crew send them dudes to dead ya Yessir, professional style Truly, I ain't apply my pressure game in a while Ruly I'm really moody, aggress only foul Disconnected now, so press redial, I'm gone Alc, it's all good, straight from the heart I speak it I live it I love it New album comin' soon, AZ, Alchemist Chemistry Files, add it up dunn