Lava (feat. Zombie Juice)

I don't give a fuck, bro

All my **** dirty

See a **** cut throat

It's like two thirty

Call the product the most, up most

I'm gettin' head from the front door

Front for, ****, right here at your front door

Oh no, rhymes pass you like Rondo

Switch the flow, can you hear me like some old phones?

Hustle anything, gettin' money till the Feds roll

Real shit, ****, all I do is eat foes

Slammin' on **** like Onyx from the free throw

Flatbush born dead, ****, I'm a hero

And oh yeah, hoes, man, I got like zero

Tolerance for bullshit or ego

Took enough acid, I'm feelin' like Neo

**** took my style, man

I'm feelin' kinda geek though

Swag champ, twist a **** up like some deep throat

Peep through, progression at its finest

Treat you so good 'cause you're only what you're lyin'

His fire's so quiet, they see through your mind

Check your iris, your eyelids, your eyes can't define it

They hear what they want to

Fear what they told ya

Reprogram yourself or I fear for you health

Program inhibition, I'm willin' to ride

Few grams back to back, let that sink in your mind

Rhyme right, rhyme tight, should've been signed twice

If this the outcome, I'm waitin' on my next life

Roll the dice, motherfucker, get your shit straight

Been great, flippin' weight, call me triple H, yeah

Zombies, we the shit, man, yeah

Zombies, we the clique, man, yeah

Palm trees like a birthday

And ain't nothin' like the first day

Ain't nothin' like the first day

You could judge by the blunt when I terp taste

Know a **** on a run on my worst day

See you steppin' on my lawn, leave the hearse way

Yeah, the hearse way

Ain't nothin' like the first day

You could judge by the blunt when I terp taste

Know a **** on a run on my worst day

See you steppin' on my lawn, leave the hearse way

On the first day

Back to the game, got my ice on

Back the fuck up, I got the juice in here

You can't compare, livin' like this can't be real

Only talkin' if your only 'bout them M's this year

All red, huh, lookin' like the prince is near

And the bitch with me lookin' like the baddest here

High as us, throw 'em off like a chandelier

Back to back, smokin' like I can't be here

Yeah, back against the wall, me against the world

Battle to be fought, tryin' to hit the floor

Tryin' to hit the show, never let the boy

Hatin' on the boy, **** been divorced

Straight up out the morgue, let's just make a song

God damn, load the clips in the dollar van

Run up in the crib, dog, feelin' like bro, man

Coachella overseas, feelin' like summer jam

Master P, rock that body, got so many clowns around me

Had to cut 'em off, see, feelin' like they can't define me

Blowin' in the wind on my RZA shit, you can't find me

Anyway the wind blows, Bohemian rap flows

These new **** just hoes, like Jay-Z, I change clothes

Twerps taste like mango, dope in the vein flow

Call collect, can't go, your main bitch, she get low

Out of site, out of mind

**** runnin' out of time

So they suck up all my grind, yeah

Ain't nothin' like the first day

You could judge by the blunt when I terp taste

Know a **** on a run on my worst day

See you steppin' on my lawn, leave the hearse way

Yeah, the hearse way

Ain't nothin' like the first day

You could judge by the blunt when I terp taste

Know a **** on a run on my worst day

See you steppin' on my lawn, leave the hearse way

On the first day