mikealstott

[Chorus: Blvck Svm] Purple flower printed on the last drop Set my navigation to the stash spot Turn to Mike Alstott and tote the pack with two hands Can't afford to fumble, I can't let these niggas flu flam Purple flower printed on the last drop, yeah Set my navigation to the stash spot, yeah Turn to Mike Alstott and tote the pack with two hands Can't afford to fumble, I can't let these niggas flu flam [Verse 1: Blvck Svm] Forty for a song, couple clientele Soundin' frantic on the phone tryna get it 'fore it's gone Niggas scrapin' on the maple, can't leave it alone It's a few that's only here for the feelin' within the bones I don't blame 'em, I just break 'em down The Santoku turn the mussle into butter, not a falter, not a stutter They watchin' from a distance, not a single word is uttered Final slice is reminiscent of a Mariano cutter I'm a risin' star in two games, cast iron skillet Sit on blue flames, trim the fat and drop it on the heat Like a Pat Riley contract, bumpin' Biggie manual This Gucci gas mask help me euro-step a contact Ain't no ventilation, I can't have these fumes escapin' Whole ensemble headed straight to the cleaners Adjust to the fever with Cuban freezer links thicker than a polar bear femur Temperature colder than the weather they dreamin', yeah [Chorus: Blvck Svm & Boldy James] Purple flower printed on the last drop Set my navigation to the stash spot Turn to Mike Alstott and tote the pack with two hands Can't afford to fumble, I can't let these niggas flu flam Purple flower printed on the last drop, yeah Set my navigation to the stash spot, yeah Turn to Mike Alstott and tote the pack with two hands Can't afford to fumble, I can't let these niggas flu flam (What else?) [Verse 2: Boldy James] Long live the Ruler, all these VVS stones on the jewelry (Ayy) Glowin' in my Cuban, starin' at the ceilin' of the Rolls (You know it) Shit feel like I'm shroomin', I'm still in touch with all the shooters (It's Blocks) We grew up 7-6in' (Grrt), sellin' dust to all the users (Uh) Abusin' the drank, girly pourin' up a cup of looney (Blockworks) You know that we fuckin', just to put a hush on all the rumors To end all the speculation (Ayy), six degrees of separation (You know it) The pedigree I was breeded preceded my reputation (Cut that) Streets is a devil's haven, left my faith for the scar Ain't plan to make it this far, exceeded my expectations (227) Blunts full of gumbo, jumbo Patek Philippe (Ayy) 'Cause I've been up more than down through these valleys and peaks (Uh-huh) Mag in my fleece, to put it all in perspective Now it's Somerset Collection pockets full of cash and receipts (Cha-ching) Rockin' Gallery Dept. in the 'jects with a key (Uh-huh) Fuck the Department of Correct', ain't no correction for me (At all) Where we at? [Interlude] Second effort, keeps on churning Offensive line dominating the line of scrimmage Lorenzo Neal doing what he has to do And then, watch Alstott, he's in the clear, he can smell it But watch him finish, watch him cover the ball He knows he can't let it go He'll take the hit, but he's not giving the ball up [Chorus: Blvck Svm] Purple flower printed on the last drop Set my navigation to the stash spot Turn to Mike Alstott and tote the pack with two hands Can't afford to fumble, I can't let these niggas flu flam Purple flower printed on the last drop, yeah Set my navigation to the stash spot, yeah Turn to Mike Alstott and tote the pack with two hands