dirty elevator music

[Intro: Erick the Architect] You know what I mean? Like I told the nigga, I'm like, "Yo, you know my body, my nigga, ha I don't know what you talkin' 'bout But you know how I get down, baby Don't be tryna talk crazy over here" [Chorus: Erick the Architect] I got the whole world on my hands now Attitude—"fuck it", like I'm caught with my pants down You pussy (Meow), and I always been a dog Most of the game are rookies, you know that we came to ball Sooner you bring it to me, the sooner we ship it off Hennessy and bad decisions, makin' millions off a song With this bad lotto (Word), my motto, drive and swerve potholes Numbers don't lie when on my side, capo [Verse 1: Meechy Darko] I got a energy problem No, I got a enemy problem No, I got a Hennessy problem Paranoia's gettin' me probably, opposite of kamikaze "Papi, yo' shit never droppin'", stop it Tight body, nothin' sloppy but her toppy Zombie Gang, Gang, Gang, body rotten Gucci sweats while casket shoppin' I'm possessed, the acid dropper Never lyin' boo I'm designed to rhyme, the grimy moves is what I'm inclined to do I'm sorry silly rhymers, your highness don't need no kind of boost This is highly ignitable, riot inciting Frying my mind, body with chemicals Why try? It's all in your mind Red-eye flights I'm goin' in raw, let's roll the dice Kill you on cam, flick Take your life for likes, I'm trife, I'm quite nice Precise with knife, slice and dice Inhale, exhale, close one eye, then snipe Beware, this here is the tales from the dark side Nobody gets out of alive Ask why Satan cried when I was baptized All I got is my balls, my word, my pride Her head fire, Ghost Rider Just Meech, no help, no writer, no sire Pussy boy eat fire, Flatbush East Sider [Chorus: Erick the Architect] I got the whole world on my hands now Attitude—"fuck it", like I'm caught with my pants down You pussy (Meow), and I always been a dog Most of the game are rookies, you know that we came to ball Sooner you bring it to me, the sooner we ship it off Hennessy and bad decisions, makin' millions off a song With this bad lotto, my motto, drive and swerve potholes Numbers don't lie when on my side, capo [Verse 2: Erick the Architect] Yeah Dirty as Jersey, no disrespect to Reggie the Noble Repeatedly hittin' your whip until it's been totaled Please, lady, no photos, I'm hardly sober My omens have only told me to focus on every quote And expose every single soul with the motives of takin' over the globe Takin' over the road, on the dough with my bros I'm bowling with pins of woes, more than convinced I'm old Wisdom infinite-fold, my window is tinted, closed These niggas is gimmicks, so I hit 'em like Riddick Bowe I'm driven to pay the toll, you niggas is paper plush You fuckin' with angel dust, woo, we can't be fucked with It's nothin' to niggas, no discussion, I crushed 'em Sweet as custard, apply the pressure, the messier, the dossier Closure when the Yankees play they closers (Uh-uh) Can't you see me? 3D, Tesla memory Here's the melody, eat your shit, human centipede [Chorus: Erick the Architect] I-I got the whole world on my hands now (Brrt) Attitude—"fuck it", like I'm caught with my pants down (What?) You pussy, and I always been a dog Most of the game are rookies, you know that we came to ball Sooner you bring it to me, the sooner we ship it off Hennessy and bad decisions, makin' millions off a song With this bad lotto, my motto, drive and swerve potholes Numbers don't lie when on my side, capo [Outro: Meechy Darko] I learned a new word today, nigga "Triskaidekaphobia" An extreme superstition regarding the number thirteen That's why a nigga don't be havin' thirteenth floor on the— anyway Most project buildings don't really get past thirteenth floor anyway, so it don't really matter What's poppin', blood? You good, you good? You click the thirteenth floor for me? Ayo, thirteenth floor Alright, eleventh floor