Letra de ' Cryotherapy (feat. Roc Marciano) ' de The Alchemist

Them now cut him up and shot him
Uh, uh (who the fuck is this?)
Showed me how to work a triple beam
Yeah, uh
Yeah, baby, marci
Uh, crack fiend named josephine
Showed me how to work the triple beam
Yo
I swear if these niggas play with me, baby. 380 in a gray dickie
Look like a lady blicky (like my lady shit)
Can't fuck wit' strays, they be iffy, the game tricky
Pump shotty out the Hyundai (what?), chasing ricky
Spray fifty, may need to replace a kidney
Brains fly out the 850 like kennedy
Nigga, for thinking he demetrius flenory
Like he once hustled in the streets, but nothing comes to memory, uh
The gold audemars is arm candy
Baby doll, Satan's favorite sin of all is vanity
To catch the kid without the jammy's a rarity
Ice clarity, feel like I went to cryotherapy
Neck heavy, we don't cry over anything
We just fly over everything like pelican wings
Bentley bentayga dreams
To get in this SUV, you need a skeleton key

Uh, check the pedigree
Tinted cartiers, leonard ellerbee (uh)
Crack fiend named josephine
Showed me how to work the triple beam
Now we gettin' cheese (what? Uh)
Now we gettin' cheese
Crack fiend named Josephine
Showed me how to work the triple beam (what?)

Yo, got my burner out, word of mouth
Heard you hating, chasing clout from a burner account
Virgin on the couch, you heard about the fresh turnout
If she worship the mouth, then it can work out
Al can vouch, the fake need to gracefully bow out
You occupied the space, but it's mine now (uh)
Aight, pipe down
Word to amy winehouse, ain't shit to whine about
Your baby mother dirty whine and sip wine at the house
I just untied her blouse (ow)
Shorty run about like a mouse, lost her whereabouts
Craving belaire, big as a warehouse
I'm on my high horse, y'all whores not prepared to joust
Consider this album a first-hand account (uh)
I'm running out of hands to count, y'all living hand to mouth
But I don't do handouts

Uh, check the pedigree
Tinted Cartiers, Leonard Ellerbee (what?)
Crack fiend named Josephine
Showed me how to work the triple beam
Now we gettin' cheese (woo)
Uh, now we gettin' cheese
Crack fiend named Josephine
Showed me how to work the triple beam

We have to fire back
'Cause we nah bort, man, seen? It's how you see it
That side there have gun, that side here have gun
Me is a man that travel with my little gun here
Anywhere me a-go, me carry it, man