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[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 spades a spade, some other hoes but I live in the shade Palm trees pronto Bob Marley I'm the dutch master, I'll box you boy like Cassius Put them in a casket, like the Taker 21-0 on you haters, 21 O's 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 shit 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] Young dumb mothafucka, life's guns and butter My grandpa still make that crack rock bubble Tell Karma I love her been a real good mothafucka SongtexteSo she bless us with pussy, drugs and money I ride for my dogs, get high with my dogs Niggas won't snitch, don't abide by the law Blowing loud on the porch, Machievelli on my thoughts How many real niggas 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 a law Molecules, miniscule and (?) so you all 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 nigga, I be tryna bitch mine Shorty sweet like clementine I rap for the niggas that make beats but never get to shine, shine Hey, Vinyl Blue in Green, Miles Davis CD's I compose my sixteens before 88 keys The first time I did drugs 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 grass cut See it when they coming, then I heat they ass up [Hook] [Verse 3: Meechy Darko] If rap was illegal you bitch niggas wouldn't even write a bar Shit, 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 is a day on the cross No labels telling me fables, bitch, 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 gangbanga fingers Right before they flick on the trigger and dismantle your ligments Metal fragments will hit you so many holes in a nigga Been with the wind-blowing whistle, 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 piece in stickups of the 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, sexing Bad exotic chick on top of ya boy, chip on my shoulder Only if chips involved, mothafucka! [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 makin' paper you gotta learn some rules too. You gotta learn the difference between guns and butter. There's two types of niggas in this world: they're niggas with guns and niggas with butter. Now what are guns? The guns, that's the real estate. It's stocks and bonds, artwork, you know the shit you appreciate with value. What's the butter? Cars, clothes, jewelry. All that other bullshit that don't mean shit after you buy it. That is what it's all about, guns and butter baby! Lil dumb mothafuckas Aus Songtexte Mania