[Verse 1: Zombie Juice]
Welcome to my world, visions like my mind
On a thin wire, struggle but I'm here
Still high like it's no fear, tip toe
Like a ballerina, you can't see me, John Cena
Play my cards with a poker face
Sometimes I feel like the only race
Racing, speeding, still hungry like I ain't eating, call it even
A spade a spade, some other hoes, but I live in the shade
Palm trees, fronto, Bob Marley
I'm the dutch master, I'll box you boy like Ca**ius
Put 'em in a casket, like the Taker
21-and-0 on you haters, 21 Os
Step up in the building, something like Elvis
I'm 'bout to re-up this here better than my last, uh
Mortal thought, living through all of y'all
Treat this sh** like my only child, son of God
Calculate my visions, what I want is how I'm living
You might win some, but you just lost one
This beat here banging, Erick Arc, son
If you double cross, you hit the floor, Allen I-son
[Hook: Meechy Darko and Erick Arc Elliot]
Young, dumb motherf**er, life's guns and bu*ter
My grandpop still make that crack rock bubble
Tell karma I love her, been a real good motherf**er
So she bless us with
p**y, d**, and money
I ride for my dogs, high with my dogs
n***as won't snitch, don't abide by the law
Blowing loud on the porch, Machiavelli on my thoughts
How many real n***as will be down for the cause?
[Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliot]
Some days are made for reminiscing
Drug dealers with no product or pot to even piss in
Permission by granted God we see allah
Molecules, minuscule, and regardless of who you are
You a part of early stardom, I believe we all achieve
In the eyes of martyrs, never a problem
Hearts fall apart so I stitched mine
Quick to choke a n***a, I be tryna b**h mine
Shorty sweet like clementine
I rap for the n***as that make beats but never get to shine, shine
Hey, Vinyl Blue in Green, Miles Davis CDs
I compose my sixteens before eighty-eight keys
The first time I did d** it was making the beats
MPC bang my head, it even haunts me in sleep
Everybody's a snake, that's why I try to keep the gra** cut
See it when they coming, then I heat they a** up
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Meechy Darko]
If rap was illegal, you b**h n***as wouldn't even write a bar
sh**, I'd probably be behind bars
Raising the bar through these bars, I am at the bar
Taking shots of Henny, telling the bartender about all of my flaws
I'm in love with hip-hop not from the allure
I am sure, every single dog gets its day on the cross
No labels telling me fables, b**h, I am my own boss
Stoned off Triple OG, watch me zone off
Supreme entity, public enemy, energy that I'm harvesting
In pursuit of the riches, I want more green than them army men figures
So much 'shrooms and acid that my thoughts
Are tangled and twisted like g**ner fingers
Right before they flick on the trigger and dismantle your ligaments
Metal fragments will hit you, so many holes in a n***a
That when the wind blows, he whistles, bet that I could read your mental
With my finger on temple and learn the deepest
Darkest secrets that your shadow will tell you
Cause you heard that I'm a better beast and stay closer to jay like a memory
And if your eyes ain't bloodshot, you need to get some better weed
Screaming, what the bloodclot? Shotty in a stolen V
Follow the law? I don't even follow the lord, flexing
Like I just shot up a bottle of 'roids, s**ing
Bad exotic chick on top of your boy, chip on my shoulder
Only if chips involved, motherf**er
[Outro]
I see you got yourself a little business going. Well, that's good, that's good, when you make that paper, but when you making paper you gotta learn some rules to go with it. You gotta learn the difference between guns and bu*ter. There's two types of n***as in this world: there're n***as with guns and n***as with bu*ter. Now what are guns? The guns, that's the real estate. There's stocks and bonds, artwork, you know sh** that appreciates with value. What's the bu*ter? Cars, clothes, j**elry, all that other bullsh** that don't mean sh** after you buy it. That's what it's all about, guns and bu*ter baby! Lil' dumb motherf**ers