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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 Wildin', this is for my niggas that smoke weed Live life by the day, count the proceed Blow it back, blowin' cash in the OZ 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 Juice, Darko, and I remarkable times Ultra dead minds Zombie-Bape line, no harm it takes time Enjoy the palm trees We on vacation 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 Gloves on, murder one, homi' They'll be looking for the prince, like King Jaffe Smoking Moroccan hashish With my slanted eye, zombie mommy Hennessy fill my body These other rappers copy, oops I forgot to mention, wrote this 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 Shoot with one eye like Fetty Wap With my block, Flatbush Ave, rotten 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 Dirt Cobain is what she holla When I dropped this dick inside her Only fuck her if she legal, I don't break the laws like Tyga 'Less 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 backspace And then I hit the escape key in the bank 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 precedents while chasing Presidents My mic presence is heaven-sent It's like I got an extra sense, no censorship I'm in my essence, limitless, no blemishes My penmanship, a Erving J, its just, always leads to swish I roll and pick, then blow a zip You can blow my dick and eat my excrement I smoke to death, might lose my ears Walking dead, can't feel my tears Fake love in disguise I repute those that get near I let my soul fly like fruits from our peers Got some questions, I got some weed, I got some acid Needlepoint LSD I got a bad bitch, we could settle fees And if your eyes open, there's 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 Bookings I 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 Ds They want that old shit? Well, fuck y'mean? 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 Shine on these niggas Glide on these niggas Show these niggas what the business is nigga Zombie gang nigga Huh? Zombie gang nigga Half-dead nigga We living life nigga Niggas thought we was dead the way we living life so crazy man So trill nigga Ay, all-time nigga, all-time, uh uh