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[Chorus: Erick Arc Elliott]

Wake up, thank God for my pay stub

Collect my peso

Only thing on my mental, making instrumentals

Fourty ounces by the case loads

Got to know I love ganja, smell like Fronto

You know I took shorty, tape her legs closed

Better move when I say so, never move like a payroll

Okay, there it go

[Verse 1: Meechy Darko]

If money be the dream, my nigga, stay lucid

If pussy be your hustle, mami, keep that thing juicy

While Vegas was built off the money of losers

For paper I shoot marvelous, Stanley Kubrick

Benjamin Franklin, my guardian angel

If I see Jesus, I'm taking his halo

So I can pawn it and make a few pesos

He who your starve with, your team will be stable

Pass me the OE, pass me a tab

Pass me a blunt, I won't pass that shit back

Pass me a gat and a ski mask

I click-clack, rat-tat-tat, give me that cash

Stole Diddy's check book and I signed an autograph

For ten MAC-11s and a No Limit tank (Bout It)

This is World War 3, is you ready? (Doubt it)

My wallet gon' buzz, never snooze, cuz

[Chorus: Erick Arc Elliott]

Wake up, thank God for my pay stub

Collect my peso

Only thing on my mental, making instrumentals

Fourty ounces by the case loads

Got to know I love ganja, smell like Fronto

You know I took shorty, tape her legs closed

Better move when I say so, never move like a payroll

Okay, there it go

[Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliott]

This alarm got me turned up plenty

Want to be the shit, but the world won't love me

Hit my jack, then twenty minutes, I'ma hit you back

Count a stack, money made everyday

Niggas been payin' ransom notes

But only real niggas takin'  chances, yo

No longer sixteens, I'm free

I freestyle to appease the peace

And you can freestyle, but you need some beats

My performance hella rich and rewardin'

And I can't compete when niggas is not all in

Good lord, boy gotta get a new crew

Lookin' real confused dog, I don't want to lose you

No woman want a nigga with no money

I'm all in her while she layin' on her tummy

Now I'm gon' bust, now I'm gon' bust

My vision is distant, is music my drug?

[Chorus: Erick Arc Elliott]

Wake up, thank God for my pay stub

Collect my peso

Only thing on my mental, making instrumentals

Fourty ounces by the case loads

Got to know I love ganja, smell like Fronto

You know I took shorty, tape her legs closed

Better move when I say so, never move like a payroll

Okay, there it go

[Verse 3: AK & ZOMBiE Juice]

Know what you in for

Young gods in your temple

Pull up with the squad, what's the word ho?

Plotting on the burb with the Fibonacci curves though

I'm Stefan, you Urkel

A snake to a gerbil, woah (Lord)

Presently the Pres

Don't make a nigga get a urge or be the day you be dessert

Puffin on some herbs, now I'm one with the earth

Top Gun Tom Cruise, watch a nigga go berserk, uh

Build the proper spliff, heighten consciousness, don't be counterfeit

Use your mind a bit, word of the wise, but I still will profit chips

Surf on this tide, we the truth (We got you kid)

Stone Gemini tight flows like a tie

Light strokes on your wife, still a nigga make her cry

Golden inside, we were chose, so let's ride

Keep your smoke blowin' high

Rep the Coast 'til I die, I, I, I

[Chorus: Erick Arc Elliott]

Wake up, thank God for my pay stub

Collect my peso

Only thing on my mental, making instrumentals

Fourty ounces by the case loads

Got to know I love ganja, smell like Fronto

You know I took shorty, tape her legs closed

Better move when I say so, never move like a payroll

Okay, there it go

[Verse 4: ZOMBiE Juice]

I ain't gon' lie, these niggas move funny

Zombie, motherfucker, fill the hunger in my belly

I ain't on my celly 'less I'm talkin' bout some money

Nigga actin' kind of funny, leave him missin' like Sunday

Brave boy, smokin' shot for my day one, A1, smoke is strong than I blaze son

Murderous shit like the summer of Sam, cha-ka-cha chop leaking blood on your mans

Life after death, what were we sayin'

Me ‘gainst the world with a blunt in my hand

This lethal injection, this music we reppin

Straight out the junc thiugh, I always stay humble

Ready to rumble, my demons assemble

License to ill, license to spill, license to hit any nigga that squeal

Ready for war like we I-Israel

[Chorus: Erick Arc Elliott]

Wake up, thank God for my pay stub

Collect my peso

Only thing on my mental, making instrumentals

Fourty ounces by the case loads

Got to know I love ganja, smell like Fronto

You know I took shorty, tape her legs closed

Better move when I say so, never move like a payroll

Okay, there it go

[Verse 5: Issa Gold]

Raised up out the ashes, phoenix, young master

We spread like cancer through the masses, who gon' pass us?

Read the patterns and I handle what I have to

Nigga blessed, no stress, stay for my crew

Overseas tourin', all the youth they support us

Keep my fans focused, raise they mind 'til they soarin'

Can't hang with the gods or a gleamin' out lord

Keep a clean heart 'til my energy beam strong

And I'm winnin' when I see niggas living through they heart

And I'm reassuring kids and showing them where they start

They can play their part, light illuminate the dark

Make 'em see far like they're sitting on the North Star

Hot spitter, rise to the top with it

Beast Coast hitter, blessed by God's fingers

Talkin' 'bout, I dunno when I will stop, nigga

Me and weed go together like Biggie and Pac's killings