[Verse 1]
I don't give a f** bruh (I don't give a f**)
All my n***as dirty, see a n***a cutthroat
It's Like 2:30, call the [?] up
The most upmost, I'm getting head from the front doe
Front fo' n***a right here at your front door
Oh no, rhymes pa** ya like Rondo
Switch the flow, can you hear me like some old phones
[?] anything getting money 'til the Feds roll
Real sh** n***a, all I do is eat foes
Slammin' on n***as like [?] from the free throw
Flatbush born dead, n***a I'm a hero
And oh yeah hoes, man I got like zero
Tolerance for bullsh** or ego
Took enough acid and I'm feeling like Neo
n***as took my style, man I'm feeling kinda geeked though
Swag champ 'cause a n***a [?]
Peep though, progression at its finest
Treat you so good cause you're only what you're [?]
[?] they see through your [?]
Your iris, your eyelash, your eyes can't define it
They hear when they want ya
Fear what they told ya
Reprogram yourself or I fear for your health
Program inhibition, I'm willing to ride
Few grams back-to-back let that sync in your mind
Rhyme right, rhyme tight, should've been signed twice
If this the outcome, I'm waiting on my next life
Roll the dice, motherf**er get your sh** straight
Been great, flipping weight call me Triple H, yeah
Zombies we the sh** man ya
Zombies we the clique man ya
Palm trees like a birthday
Ain't nothing like the first day
[Hook]
Ain't nothing like the first day
You could judge by the blunt by the terp taste
Know a n***a on a run on my worst day
See you stepping on my lawn leave the hearse way, yeah the hearse way
Ain't nothing like the first day
You could judge by the blunt by the terp taste
Know a n***a on a run on my worst day
See you stepping on my lawn leave the hearse way, on the first day
[Verse 2: ZOMBiE Juice ]
Back to take the game, got my ice on brr
Back the f** up, get the Juice in here
You can't compare, living like this can't be real
[?]
All red looking like the prince is near
And the b**h with me looking like the baddest here
High as us, throw 'em off like a chandelier
Back-to-back smoking like I can't be here
Yeah, back against the wall, me against the world
Battle to be fought, trying to hit the floor
Trying to hit the show, never let the [?]
Hating on the boy, get up in the [?]
Straight up out the morgue
[?]
God damn, load the clips and [?]
Run up in the crib dog, feeling like bruh man
Coachella overseas feeling like Summer Jam
Master P all about it [?]
Had to cut 'em off, [?] off me
Blowing in the wind on my RZA sh** you can't find me
Anyway the wind blows, Bohemian rap flows
These new n***as just hoe, like Jay-Z I change flows
Sherm tastes like mango
Dope-in-the-vein flow
Coke-colored Kangol
Your main b**h, she get low
Out of site, out of mind
n***as running out of time so they [?]
[Hook]
Ain't nothing like the first day
You could judge by the blunt by the terp taste
Know a n***a on a run on my worst day
See you stepping on my lawn leave the hearse way, yeah the hearse way
Ain't nothing like the first day
You could judge by the blunt by the terp taste
Know a n***a on a run on my worst day
See you stepping on my lawn leave the hearse way, on the first day