[Intro: The Alchemist, EST & Michelle]

Vertigo, a feeling of dizziness. A swimming in the head

This shit spooky

Creepin' around the corner

Yeah

Michelle, how come every time we argue

It always gotta be about money?

When I was with Steady B, I had it all

Gucci, Louis Vuitton, gold, Liz Claiborne, I had it all

You ain't giving me nothing

[Verse 1: The Alchemist]

Tap water for a basic bitch (Drink up)

Seen the come up looking at me, probably need to get your Lasik fixed

You need to focus better

We own the deeds to the lot

You get evicted, get hit with a thirty-day notice letter

You never catch me slippin' on thе slight

Better chance of gеttin' struck by lightnin' twice

I'm in a cinnamon-colored vintage smoking spice

Cop a low price (I know people)

Pop wheelies on motorbikes

And get down on one knee, squat and throw the dice

I'm head crackin', dodgin' hail and raindrops in a lead jacket

Victory lap and saw the finish line and sped past it

With flyin' colors, hit the gas and burn the tires rubber

And play a boat for the entire summer

In Portofino, they call me Sergio

Suede slippers cost a thirty ball

Stare too long and get vertigo

This more than any man can see

I organically push a button and open the door up mechanically

Then peel the skin off of a mandarin, get some extra vitamin C

I'm drippy, I'm a Saks Fifth window mannequin

Tried to stencil the manuscript

Impossible, my face is that of an ancient god etched in an amulet

When I go to break down a beat, I dismantle shit

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]

Uh-huh (It's me)

Got the game on a leash like six special kids with helmets on

Tumble out of limos with leopard on

Bring my own homemade food in a Tupperware to the restaurant

And practice various wrestling moves on a leprechaun

Nothin' better you could spend your shekels on

Thug bitches in Peyton Manning jerseys

She took a bump, now she chirpy

And then I had to stop the car 'cause she had to take a dump, mother mercy

Shit, she must've had the turkey

Thug bitches in Peyton Manning jerseys

Uh, lifted F150's

The way I hit the corner, bitches callin' him Ricky

Say "Baklava" three times in the mirror, man, this shit can get tricky

They'll never find you amongst the hickory

[Outro]

Got a second? Yeah

Yeah, his body's probably washed out of the Wilshire Canyon somewhere

Haha, no

What's this?

Baklava

You see, the universe is like a giant baklava