Larry June, The Alchemist and Jay Worthy - Éxito

The, uh, infestation of diamonds
I was influenced
Other hustlers
During a, a period of dire poverty in my life
And I feel that, uh

Slow motion, hoes strollin' where they smoke potion
Ashy sherm heads runnin' naked like it's no lotion
I hit the hood and played the part
The shit was dry like it's no ocean
On the PCH I make a right and then I hit Ocean
Pop in and I say what up to Al, it's been a long moment
Lost focus, re-adjust my lens, now my force coastin'
88, 5.0 like my horse smokin'
Fishtailin', I be in the wind like my ship sailin'
I be off the grid, that's how I live, that's where I been lately
Ben Franklin, he was always bool, he bought me steak dinners
Walking through the grass and lose your life, that's where the snakes live
Ten toes on the pavement, real player like my name Edgerton (whoa)
No etch-a-sketchin', hangin' was my main profession
Gang injunctions dodgin', sent me bullets and a prison sentence
Feel my praises when I hit the room, I be real respected
And I been in the hood with all the homies like I never left 'em

It's real life Worthy, you know what I'm sayin'?
P Worthy the street legend, you know what I mean?
Gotta stay solid, gotta stay in it
No bake shit, no yeast shit allowed
Members only (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Shooting from the 3, OT, vacuum sealin' P's
Fresh game steppin' off the jet, think she Japanese
Hercules, gettin' off the weight with an urgency
Me and Joey B back to back thinkin' GT3 (uh, damn, numbers)
Dustin' off my jersey 'cause these hoes keep choosing me (man)
Peanut butter rag top 50, throwin' up the P (damn, keep goin')
Light-skinned girl eatin' fruit, I'm in D.C. (man)
Not in competition with a nigga, I'd rather make cheese
Start young, get it young, niggas just gotta believe
Niggas be all in they feelings and ready to squeeze
Cuffin' on a punk rock, uh, that's ready to leave
I don't want no beef with a nigga, I'm tryna succeed
Take care of my seed (man), Lamborghini keys (damn)
Midnight fleece (keep going), white gold piece (numbers)
Rose gold set (uh), a hunnid K each (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Yeah, and I'm gon' do numbers, baby
Expensive toilet seats and shit, you know I'm talkin' 'bout?
And, bitch, make you put them motherfuckin' slippers on
Good job, love you, baby
Sock it to me

Written by:
Daniel Alan Maman, Larry Eugene Hendricks, Jeffery James Sidhoo

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