Flatbush Zombies - This Is It lyrics

[Hook: Erick Arc Elliott] All you fools just sound the same Ain't no credit to your name Ain't no credit line open, that's discrediting the fame Form your business in the name, something unique like a slang Make a difference, make a change But ain't no puppets on a string Don't be chilling on the couch, remember this is for the clout Remember this is for the poor n***as that'll represent you when you're out Forget you when you need your friends, f** it we just meet again (why) All my n***as need a plan, cos all my n***as need to win [Verse 1: Zombie Juice] Always was a winner even when I wasn't 'posed to The money getting bigger as if it wasn't supposed to Just a lonely n***a, talk too much to myself, need a break On July 8th broke down heaven's gates Now watch, they high all day f** you leaving, f** all evening Call me mister f** all day Trap all day and night Don't need a house much less you ‘bout some change Expand my conscious, tryna' walk on water Feel the earth on me You hatin', I'll be somewhere slayin' b**hes by their face on me Catch a fade, Kobe, with an eighth on me Not phased, don't pa** that sh** homie Cough, smoke, cough, got my sh** sealed off ‘Bout to put some in the air, ‘til a n***a doze off Cos you got some shrooms, I got a room You and me ‘til we reach the moon Never wore a disguise, love the skin I'm in You trade your soul for fame, we ain't built the same [Hook: Erick Arc Elliott] All you fools just sound the same Ain't no credit to your name Ain't no credit line open, that's discrediting the fame Form your business in the name, something unique like a slang Make a difference, make a change But ain't no puppets on a string Don't be chilling on the couch, remember this is for the clout Remember this is for the poor n***as that'll represent you when you're out Forget you when you need your friends, f** it we just meet again (why) All my n***as need a plan, cos all my n***as need to win [Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliott] All I ever wanted was to be a one to one Now I'm one in three Compulsively a n***a gotta run up or get none Know I feel your pain, a different day Opinions always alter when you're done Pray to put you down, afraid to look around, instead I pen it for my dogs Now my city give me 150 for my steez, 150 for my beats Three n***as, we gotta eat Shouts to fans that's overseas Independent grind, at least we did form a company We a bond that never breaks, never giving up the cake Not a fan of pointing fingers at men It's dependent on who can pay for academics Homie your chemists are missing appendages You back into handling business, no kidding My head's at the clinic, I need a prescription My vision is clearer through smoke and them mirrors I can't be compared to those n***as you hearing So don't be offended when n***as don't feel you [Hook: Erick Arc Elliott] All you fools just sound the same Ain't no credit to your name Ain't no credit line open, that's discrediting the fame Form your business in the name, something unique like a slang Make a difference, make a change But ain't no puppets on a string Don't be chilling on the couch, remember this is for the clout Remember this is for the poor n***as that'll represent you when you're out Forget you when you need your friends, f** it we just meet again (why) All my n***as need a plan, cos all my n***as need to win [Verse 3: Meechy Darko] Feeling brave? n***a run up Buck shots, tear your muscle And I don't need Joey to pump it Pitbull, no muzzle Badmon, I'm thuggin' Dunno, gun smoke Can't tell me nothin', there's no need for discussion I'm the sinner in Saint, I'm the box logo bully Used to buy Bathing Ape, now they send this sh** to me I paved the way for n***as that're scared to say what they ain't wanna say Now watch a demon demonstrate, annihilate Love / hate it's all the same Will I die from my homicide Or will I die from taking too much d**? Lord knows I deserve to die on an acid high and I'm double cupped Coke line, hundred blunts Seen a few b**hes I'd love to f** 2Pac in 96 and troublesome 27 club, here I come Comma, c-c-c-c comma, comma, comma A whole lot of decimals I just s-see my account and c-c-c-c-c-c-c count all my blessings up Bloodstream full of chemical Crip, blood, twist your fingers up Better than some of them veterans Bet they gon' say it's beginners luck I would die for my n***as, but would they do the same? Hennessey by the gallon, I'm losing my balance and manage the pain I would ride for my n***as, just show me the lane My grandaddy's still in the kitchen, w-w-whipping the ‘caine My celly' keep ringing I cannot find enough courage to answer The backwoods is hitting Hope that that sh** is not giving me cancer Trip on acid while I'm rapping, Sippin' muddy, counting money I think she took too many xannies, she fell asleep while she was s**ing [Outro: Meechy Darko] Made it out the gutter, shout out to my mother Kudos to my papa, he ain't wear the rubber This is it, I do this sh** here for my brothers This is it, I do this sh** here for my brothers This is it, I do this sh** here for my brothers... This Odyssey is complete, now you ready for some f**ing bars?