Professional Style lyrics

[Intro]
Y'all know what it is, Brooklyn's finest
Wild money zone, AZ, Alchemist
Doin' what I do best, what y'all can't do
I'm 'bout to hop on the biggest muh'f*ckin' boat ever
The Queen Mary, 'bout to cross the muh'f*ckin' Mediterranean
Y'all motherf*ckers at war

[Verse]
Cruise ships sail out, inmates bail out
D's flipped my day one dog, we finally fell out
Identifyin' bodies at morgues, I need rest
I parlay with the faces, enforced with weed breath
Patron out my pores keep you feelin' the vibe I'm 'noyed
No hog, I'm concealin' my cries, avoid
Manic-depress' sh*t, Hannibal Lect-ic
Let off a few shots dip, ran through the exit
{*breathing hard*} I'm too old for this
All these diamonds in these wrists-es and my necklaces-es
Supposed to be 9 digits up, effortless
But it's like I been posessed by the Exorcist
Forgive me, no Emmy's or roleplay here
Just a Bentley 2-door with the cold-faced stare
So YEAH... cool, whatever
Blunts, bottles or broads n*gga do whatever
Blood, bullets or war'll be the move forever
Single solo or crew send them dudes to dead ya
Yessir, professional style
Truly, I ain't apply my pressure game in a while
Ruly I'm really moody, aggress only foul
Disconnected now, so press redial, I'm gone
[Outro]
Alc, it's all good, straight from the heart
I speak it I live it I love it
New album comin' soon, AZ, Alchemist
Chemistry Files, add it up dunn