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The Alchemist feat. Conway The Machine - "Diego Maradona"
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Vocals
Conway the Machine
Conway the Machine
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Demond Price
Demond Price
Songwriter
Alan Maman
Alan Maman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Todd Cooper
Todd Cooper
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Big chain, big gold
Spin move, (Range) Rover
Timb' boots, big soles
Regroup
[Verse 1]
Watch lookin' like a ball from a disco
In the limo, making calls from a brick phone
Maradona bounced the ball on the shinbone
Tan buttercup, the raw got her skin tone
Pillowtalkers got the spot where I send blown
If it wasn't for the blitz, it would've been thrown
To your dome, I'm a follicle that's ingrown
Carve initials with a chisel, put it in stone
Go left, switch whips up, you see how I'm finessing it?
Get stitched up, lay down, you need some medicine (Yeah)
Whip up of the wrist, you see it settlin'
Put 'em in past tense, they'll be a never-been
I'm the chain on the bike, you do the peddlin'
Beat the charge, racketeerin', and embezzlement
My name will never be appearin' on the pages of a settlement
I made it through the maze, so many stages, now they set I'm a veteran
On God, I'm just warmin' up
[Verse 2]
I just put the key inside the ignition, and got the engine started
Twenty bellows with the buffalo, the lens is Carti
You see a light show, that means the Benz is parking
Fade to black, the scenery gets intense and darkish
She didn't come through, gun shoot extended cartridge
Used to sleep on the sofa in a friend's apartment
Now I frequent the Yves Saint Laurent department
Yeah, blew 20 in the Louis V men's department
Yeah, I don't care what so and so said, I'm him regardless
My pen is sharp lines flying over your head
Like Vincent Carter, ****
Talk to 'em, look up in the sky
[Verse 3]
Think it's a game until little bro blowin' that bitch
Like Nintendo cartridge
Playing with your life like you got lens to bargain, ****
I hate they compare me to ****, don't tell me who iller
My next tape, I'm gonna end the argument with **** that fuckin' rap
List the artist, that's fucking cap, Mr Marcus
Probably just got more resources
Walk in the garage, three Porches
Michelin, three-star, three courses
Drumwork, big dogs, we bosses
Catch a body with a scat we toss it
They realizin' I'm a threat, be cautious
[Outro]
Look, when they was eatin' they didn't give me portion
Still ran up my bag regardless
Brodie pull up with a bone, sweep off shit
Written by: Alan Daniel Maman, Demond Price
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