Rookies of the Future - The Alchemist, Action Bronson, Riff Raff

And you know I grind so hard

All my friends faded away

I put my money in my cash box

Tryna see a better day

I could have played for the Blue Jays

Balling in a major way

Nice clothes, nice car

Nice clothes, nice car

And you know I grind so hard

And you know I grind so hard

Watch me switch lanes, drop top, propane

Things have got so hectic I done had invested in a Nancy Kerrigan private plane

Five flames when I pull up

It feels like the sun is blowing you a kiss from five inches away

Haters get disobeyed

Rap game, I’ll slide your bitch ass down rusty razor blade

When it rains it still pours

My blue velvet velore shirt clashes with my florescent ensemble

Cut more checks then Obama

Nike sweats, sweat bands, my sweat beads on my forehead

Doberman Pinschers guard my luxury mint bed

I even trained one to a put a Versace do-rag on my forehead

And when I sleep it ain’t cheap, I take a twenty minute nap

Rap game Eric Clapton in the candy caramel apple

I’ma keep the trunk clappin'

Pull up like Toucan Sam in that candy golden gram

I done hid a quarter ki

In my box of Kellogg’s Raisin Bran

Riff!

Uh, drugs all in my Benz, stoned behind my lenses

Dig all up in her pocket book 'fore this bitch can come to her senses

(I am) still jumping fences

(I am) still on the benches

The Beamer got the osteoporosis, holdin' old toasters

Wait, hit the potion, slow motion

Every kind of color loafer, that’s real

Spray the tec, still chefs offer the best veal

Sit out in left field next to Gary Sheffield

No you couldn’t step in my banana belly

Stare at the moon because the roof is looking panoramic

Uh, I stuffed the drugs inside a dog’s butt

Then kick it in the fucking stomach, I’m on tour what?