Flatbush Zombies - Club Soda lyrics

The high exalted professional like DJ Clue I might get lost like, every night Hold my life like a vivid picture, a p**no movie Smoking Buddha with shooters, maneuvering the steez Sharp like a Ginsu I bleed for your sins I'm G, double OD Believe what I feel, feel what I see Do what I want, why you trying to do what I do? Stay in your lane, young man I do my thing, young man Although I never made a reason to lie, I kiss the sky Her imagination bleed into mine, we intertwine Divine to a T, cop you want from me The cops cop from the bums, the bums cop from me True say, young virgin eyes are from demise Where the pun is bite the curb and die, I improvise sponsored links Not to televise reality, your dreams are falsified Now you pivot on your wish to be wise as third eye Long shot, one try, let fly Body like a Michelle Tucker f** her like I love her It's simple as we break it down on instrumentals Straight k**er ninja, bounty on your head Wrap you in your sheets, defecate, suffocate and bleed As you plead, give me all the ganja, the money Being broke, ain't a damn thing funny No taxes, dirty money circle like the axis Wax this dap sh** Young high and black, b**h Whoever said 'tricks are for kids' don't know this b**h Real n***a, vintage apparel and fake friends Real n***as make it apparent and make ends So I architect the future, embarra** the fake brands Say word man them n***as they nervous, too We on the cusp or something, 38 is starting to brew Making these movements, plus you do the interlude But I won't produce unless you nude, miss Otherwise you useless, yes you useless So light a loose lit Pop up at your funeral shirtless and spit on your hearse, b**h The worst is n***a you worthless Better off dead, so you laying in dirt deeds I'm better off dead 'cause zombies emerging Soon the ideology will be full surface And I won't have to go back to snatching purses and yapping Urkels Semi-automatic, leave the funeral service Mother with running mascara clutching the hearses Dark n***a but I never bothered to circuit What is your purpose? Hopefully on the crossroads you learn it That's if you earn it, that's for certain Money on my mind, marijuana my taste buds Young black and deprived so the world I shake up Who's your maker, look me in my eyes, n***a Meet your maker, meet your maker It's me From the top floor view I can see it all From this top floor view I can see it all Dog, my b**h look like Nia Long Dog, my b**h look like Nia Long They say it's lonely where I'm at But sh**, I'm quite cozy in the Jag They say it's lonely where I'm at sh**, quite cozy I'm sitting at the outdoor desk with my pants off Face timing my little mama back in France Speaking broken English, my golden features is the reason Why they stroke my penis when I sing songs, it's like a stroke of genius I'm Eric Clapton in a black Benz, stack ends You can tell my eyes are blue through the mac lens Lord cleanse me, for dead soldiers pour Henny Pour it The peppered steak was salty but I ate it 'cause I love her She put sugar in her vegetables, she grew up in the gutter Tator Tots with every meal, her body like a goddess Fingers, toes are polished, Super Sport Impalas Red flowers, that's to signify a new start 'Cause without you, I've been living with a blue heart Mixed emotions from the purple got me cloudy Got me wiling, got me speeding in the Audi In Maui Queens sh** Peace to my motherf**ing brothers Flatbush, yeah, no, we too high to die