This Is It

[Chorus: Erick the Architect] All you fools just sound the same Ain’t no credit to your name Ain’t no credit line open, that’s discrediting the fame Form your business in the name, something unique like a slang Make a difference, make a change But ain’t no puppets on a string Don’t be chilling on the couch, remember this is for the clout Remember this is for the poor niggas that’ll represent you when you’re out Forget you when you need your friends, fuck it we just meet again (why) All my niggas need a plan, 'cause all my niggas need to win [Verse 1: Zombie Juice] Always was a winner even when I wasn’t 'posed to The money getting bigger as if it wasn’t supposed to Just a lonely nigga, talk too much to myself, need a break On July 8th broke down heaven’s gates Now I stay high all day Fuck you leaving, fuck all evening Call me mister fuck all day Trap all day and night Don’t need a house much less you ‘bout some change Expand my conscious, tryna’ walk on water Feel the earth on me You hatin’, I’ll be somewhere slayin’ bitches by their face on me Catch a fade, Kobe, with an eighth on me Not phased, don’t pass that shit homie Cough, smoke, cough, got my shit sealed off ‘Bout to put some in the air, ‘til a nigga doze off Cos you got some shrooms, I got a room You and me ‘til we reach the moon Never wore a disguise, love the skin I’m in You trade your soul for fame, we ain’t built the same [Chorus: Erick the Architect] All you fools just sound the same Ain’t no credit to your name Ain’t no credit line open, that’s discrediting the fame Form your business in the name, something unique like a slang Make a difference, make a change But ain’t no puppets on a string Don’t be chilling on the couch, remember this is for the clout Remember this is for the poor niggas that’ll represent you when you’re out Forget you when you need your friends, fuck it we just meet again (why) All my niggas need a plan, cos all my niggas need to win [Verse 2: Erick the Architect] All I ever wanted was to be a one to one Now I’m one in three Compulsively a nigga gotta run up or get none Know I feel your pain, a different day Opinions always alter when you’re done Pray to put you down, afraid to look around, instead I pen it for my dogs (Hoo!) Know my city give me 150 for my steez, 150 for my beats Three niggas, we gotta eat Shouts to fans that’s overseas, hey Independent grind, at least we did form a company We a bond that never breaks, never giving up the cake Not a fan of pointing fingers at men It’s dependent on who can pay for academics Homie your chemists are missing appendages You back into handling business, no kidding My head’s at the clinic, I need a prescription My vision is clearer through smoke and them mirrors I can’t be compared to those niggas you hearing So don’t be offended when niggas don’t feel you [Chorus: Erick the Architect] All you fools just sound the same Ain’t no credit to your name Ain’t no credit line open, that’s discrediting the fame Form your business in the name, something unique like a slang Make a difference, make a change But ain’t no puppets on a string Don’t be chilling on the couch, remember this is for the clout Remember this is for the poor niggas that’ll represent you when you’re out Forget you when you need your friends, fuck it we just meet again (why) All my niggas need a plan, cos all my niggas need to win [Verse 3: Meechy Darko] Feelin' brave? Nigga, run up Buck shots tear your muscle And I don't need Joey to pump it Pitbull, no muzzle Badmon, I'm thuggin' Done know, gun smoke, can't tell me nothin' There's no need for discussion I'm the sinner in Saint, I'm the box logo bully Used to buy Bathin' Ape, now they send that shit to me I paved the way for niggas that're scared to say what they ain't wanna say Now watch a demon demonstrate, annihilate Love, hate, it's all the same Will I die from a homicide, or will I die from takin' too much drugs? Lord knows I deserve to die on an acid high, and I'm double cupped Coke line, hundred blunts Seen a few bitches I'd love to fuck 2Pac in '96, I'm troublesome Twenty-seven club, here I come Comma, c-c-c-c-comma, comma, comma, a whole lot of decimals I just s-see my account and c-c-c-c-c-c-c-count all my blessings up Bloodstream full of chemical Crip, Blood, twist your fingers up Better than some of them veterans Bet they gon' say it's beginner's luck I would die for my niggas, but would they do the same? Hennessy by the gallon, I'm losin' my balance to manage the pain I would ride for my niggas, just show me the lane My grandaddy's still in the kitchen, w-w-whipping the 'caine My celly keep ringin', I cannot find enough coverage to answer The Backwoods is hittin', hope that that shit is not giving me cancer Trip on acid while I'm rappin', sipping ' muddy, countin' money I think she took too many Xannies, she fell asleep while she was suckin' [Bridge: Meechy Darko] Made it out the gutter, shout out to my mother Kudos to my papa, he ain't wear the rubber This is it, I do this shit here for my brothers This is it, I do this shit here for my brothers This is it, I do this shit here for my brothers [Outro] This Odyssey is complete Now, you ready for some fuckin' bars?