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[Intro - Erick Arc Elliot:]

Not a good time unless I smoke mine

Too many drugs that make you go blind

Too many thugs that work for more crime

And my nigga show love, unless we get

Not a good time unless I smoke mine

Too many drugs that make you go blind

Too many thugs that work for more crime

And my nigga show love unless we get violent


[Verse 1 - Erick Arc Elliot:]

Wildin', this is for my niggas that smoke weed

Live life by the day, count the proceed

Blow it back, blowin' cash in the OC

Miss the phone, got it on, looking closely

Only independent, we don't need a co-sign

Jah shit, the bud make arms in no time

It's the fourth quarter at the baseline

Kissing your daughter, Mary Jane high

Just the same guys you dunked on NI multiple times

Ultra dead minds

Zombie bait line, don't hope it takes time

Enjoy the palm trees

We on vacation


[Hook - Meechy Darko:]

Rang, rang

Who that calling?

The money or the fame

Shit ain't the same since we crept in the game

So I get high and try to maintain

My celly

Rang, rang

Who that calling?

The money or the fame

Shit ain't the same since we stepped in the game

So I get high and try to maintain


[Verse 2 - Meechy Darko:]

Gloves on, murder one, homi'

They'll be looking for the prince, like King Joffrey

Smoking Moroccan hashies

With my slanted eye, zombie mommy

Hennessy fill my body

These other rappers copy, oops

I forgot to mention locusts in another dimension

Zombie gang, be what I'm repping

Pussy so good I need seconds to step in

Two Mac 11s with twenty K on the necklace and a Heckler Koch

Bought this for the hecklers that be neck in cock

On a mission, clearest vision

Views from the scope from my Glock

Only high percentage shots

You with one eye like Fetty Wap

With my block, flockas ash, rott in flesh and money knots

Never trust these hoes, I never did, never will

I pop a tab and crack a seal

Zombie gang, drugs kill

Never lied

If I did then let me fry

Futurama

And these Jordans on my feet don't come out 'til next summer

Pretty grungy like Nirvana

Kurt Cobain is what she hollaing

I dropped this dick inside her

Only fuck her if she legal

I don't break the law like Tyga

Unless it's moving LSD

Lean and shrooms and marijuana

If I ever pay for pussy it was with counterfeit dollars

Ugly niggas still getting bitches

I'm like the second Shabba

Hit the trigger 'til my fingers blister

If I got a problem, paint his top

Dennis Rodman

I'm superficial and conscious

I'm a walking contradiction

I'ma burn in hell probably

But I'ma keep Satan waiting

I ain't done fornicating

With women in every flavour

Eating pussy with chop sticks

You know I love my Asians

You would think, USC who he play with

Trojan helmet on, put her in the backstage

And then I hit the skinky in the back

With the Jason mask, asking where the safe is

Catch me motorcycle, black and gold Letterman

Saint Laurent, leopard print

I stampede any beat

Nigga I ain't got no preference

I'm setting presedence while chasing Presidents

My mic presence is heaven's scent

It's like I got an extra sense, no censorship

I'm in my essence, limitless, no blemishes

My penmanship, a urban [?]

Always lead to swish

I roll and pick, then blow a zip

You can blow my dick and eat my excrement


[Verse 3 - Zombie Juice:]

Smoke to death, might loose my ears

Walking dead, can't feel my tears

Fake love in disguise

I rep-pew and get from here

I let my soul fly like fruits from our peers

I got some questions, I got some weed, I got some acid

Needlepoint LSD

I got a bad bitch we could set to feast

And if your eyes open there is still more to see

They try to tell me I was wrong

I'm still looking

Last night I spent a couple hours up in central booking

Only had a dub but I was trapping prostitution

Weed, coca leaves, percs and LSD

Two hundred for the bottle

Add it up, more for me

Thinking back, I'm still here it's lovely

Ripping shows and blowing cheese

Oh, you love me? Soon we'll see

Palm trees and double D's

They want that old shit?

Well, fuck me


[Hook - Meechy Darko:]

Rang, rang

Who that calling?

The money or the fame

Shit ain't the same since we crept in the game

So I get high and try to maintain

My celly

Rang, rang


[Phone call:]

Shine on these niggas

Glide on these niggas

Show these niggas what the business is nigga

Zombie gang nigga

Huh? Zombie gang nigga

Half that nigga

We living life nigga

Nigga stole the dead the way we living like so crazy man

So trill nigga

Ay, up top nigga, up top, uh uh