DON'T BE GONE

[Verse 1: Hit-Boy]

I’m in this bitch and I’m pressing

Accept the homies for who they are, same way they accept me

All the shit I accepted might’ve been misdirected

Nothing comes easy, it’s hard to deal with rejection

Will you still hold it down when I’m past my prime?

Fear of God levels in this design

Way before Hit resign, I go the distance slime

I had to flood them with packs

Gregory Hines with it, my nigga, I go 'til I’m tapped

[Verse 2: The Alchemist]

Shuffle a deck of cards, and then I deal them flat

Put on a rеcord, let off gunshots, then wheel it back

I’m a cold front, walk in the room and you can feel thе draft

I’m not concentrate juice from a can, I’m a spill of carafe

The more the merrier, assorted berries

Yellow diamonds on the flip-a-bird finger, it’s pure canary

All in the details, make sure the cheesecake isn’t short a cherry

[Bridge: Robert de Niro]

Look how many blueberries your muffin has and how many mine has

Yours is falling apart, I have nothing

[Verse 3: Hit-Boy]

I built a underground safe just to store the fetty

Slipping in the darkness, some fans thought it was sorta petty

How I made observations and broke the game down

Six albums with Nas, they thought we was from the same town

They forcing my hand

You cannot be stand-up if you in the court on the stand

Shit, I’m down for anything except for abortin' the plan

[Verse 4: The Alchemist]

Sitting at the table, steak knife with a fork in my hand

Stuck to the script, I never dipped, others forfeit and ran

Wait 'til the down was at fourth and then ran

Bleeding out, I need this worse than you need it

I backflip into the script, don’t need to proofread it

Eighty-six to all the bums, I’m in a two seater

Hennessy jug with the handle on the two litre

[Verse 5: Hit-Boy]

If I tell em I'm the shit then I'm arrogant

I know a teaspoon from a soup spoon, I’m elegant

If this is any part of the Bible, it's the New Testament

Everything gon' work out, check out my regiment

A&Rs with BBLs and model measurements

Man, I'm glad I made my way in this game

Sign a new artist, the exec get a crazier chain

Trust me, nigga, I don't take none of y'all serious

They hand the keys to idiots and all of they affiliates

[Verse 6: The Alchemist]

Never go broke, come on now, that's silliness

The more that I smoke, the smaller the feeling gets

The more the pepper, the spicier the chilli hits

Do a hundred plus on a motorbike then wheelie it

Evel Knievel stunts (How I’m going to make it?)

Uh (Get after me) bass rumble make the needle jump

I do inspection, I’m in a coupe with the roof naked

Two steppin’ on the loop section

[Verse 7: Hit-Boy & The Alchemist]

Fuck 'em, we ball like "Snow on tha Bluff"

And we ain't mixing this one, let's just go with the rough

You know the slang bang to the boogie

Go insane when I’m jugging, black slacks, chain with the hoodie

I can never let them Lenny Cooke me

I threw up dust like 'Bron and look at where it took me

Palm and trick dice, I’m holding a loaded fist

Sunken in a way back, sitting below the tints

The kicker is I got a few in my arsenal

I grew through the obstacles, I’m on my Hugo flow

I move like a Boss, you know

Oozing with sauce, you know I’m jingling

Sprinkle cheese on me, I’m a pasta bowl

I’m blowing smoke out the country, nigga, where Rastas grow

They question who did the dirty work, we responsible