The Alchemist - Inspiration lyrics

[Verse 1: Curren$y] Lemme out right here Uh Inspiration was all within the crates waiting For the homie to rediscover, reshape it I maybe smoked a half a fatty while he made it Crafted by the masters The coupe ensues additional chapters Honda Prelude, super-tuned fast one Driven by a lady a**a**in Scaling the walls of your mansion You was just lamping Never imagining some sh** like this could transpire You had the juice but now its expired The streets is tired That work done been stepped on too many times You tried to stretch it too far You done crossed the line Now your name is mud in the streets The fiends won't buy They walk on by while I'm [Hook: Curren$y] Cooler than a polar bear's toenails Oh hell there he go again Talking that sh** that leave a s**a n***a Going home without his b**h Spitta n***a all about his scritch Got a plan to get rich [Verse 2: Curren$y] Come through smelling like a zip Flicking a 93 octane lit I understand That some of the folks is buying regular gas Some riding trophy cars some was driving trash Me, myself I'm Top shelf high Anything else would be uncivilized That s**a sh** is to be redirected Corrected or chastised Don't k** yourself trying to live that Jet Life Poof Put that in the uzi combine In my Ferrari dodging crossfire Trying not to be k**ed by n***as from the other side Or the one time That's how I survive n***a I'm [Hook: Curren$y] Cooler than a polar bear's toenails Oh hell there he go again Talking that sh** that leave a s**a n***a Going home without his b**h Spitta n***a all about his scritch Got a plan to get rich Cooler than a polar bear's toenails Oh hell there he go again Talking that sh** that leave a s**a n***a Going home without his b**h Spitta n***a all about his scritch Got a plan to get rich [Verse 3: Action Bronson] They did him greasy like Brown bags of fried fish Bring me your nose b**h Try this Every lion needs a lioness I admit I'm high as sh** I'm at peace with my environment Chollo lowriders Ladies designed in the candy Skulls and knives, fire, golden eyes A Korean stock broker sh** that wasn't no disguise Split his wig Throw him to the pigs Discuss murder over cured Italian meat Jimmy shot Johnny in the park over a Jew broad Facing the wheel, Frankie Vallie still playing though I'm saying though Why the Asian shooter always got blonde hair You rock designer jeans dog With the a** cut out Exotic rap pants I make the mac 10 tap dance sh**