Testi Vertigo - The Alchemist, Action Bronson

Vertigo

Vertigo, a feeling of dizziness\nA swimming in the head\nThis shit spooky\nCreepin' around the corner\nYeah\nMichelle, how come every time we argue\nIt always gotta be about money?\nWhen I was with Steady B, I had it all\nGucci, Louis Vuitton, gold, Liz Claiborne, I had it all\nYou ain’t giving me nothing\nTap water for a basic bitch (Drink up)\nSeen the come up looking at me, probably need to get your Lasik fixed\nYou need to focus better\nWe own the deeds to the lot\nYou get evicted, get hit with a thirty-day notice letter\nYou never catch me slipping on the slight\nBetter chance of getting struck by lightning twice\nI’m in a cinnamon-colored vintage smoking spice\nCop a low price (I know people)\nPop wheelies on motorbikes\nAnd get down on one knee, squat and throw the dice\nI’m head cracking, dodging hail and raindrops in a lead jacket\nVictory lap and saw the finish line and sped past it\nWith flying colors, hit the gas and burn the tires rubber\nAnd play a boat for the entire summer\nIn Portofino they call me Sergio\nSuede slippers cost a thirty ball\nStare too long and get vertigo\nThis more than any man can see\nI organically push a button and open the door up mechanically\nThen peel the skin off of a mandarin, get some extra vitamin C\nI’m drippy, I’m a Saks Fifth window mannequin\nTried to stencil the manuscript\nImpossible, my face is that of an ancient god etched in an amulet\nWhen I go to break down a beat I dismantle shit\nUh-huh (It's me)\nGot the game on a leash like six special kids with helmets on\nTumble out of limos with leopard on\nBring my own homemade food in a Tupperware to the restaurant\nAnd practice various wrestling moves on a leprechaun\nNothing better you could spend your shekels on\nThug bitches in Peyton Manning jerseys\nShe took a bump, now she chirpy\nAnd then I had to stop the car 'cause she had to take a dump, mother mercy\nShit, she must’ve had the turkey\nThug bitches in Peyton Manning jerseys\nUh, lifted F150's\nThe way I hit the corner, bitches calling him Ricky\nSay «Baklava"three times in the mirror, man, this shit can get tricky\nThey’ll never find you amongst the hickory\nYeah, this body’s probably washed out of the canyon somewhere\nHaha, no\nWhat’s this?\nBaklava\nYou see, the universe is like a giant baklava