[Verse 1: Zombie Juice]
I be gone 'til November, I got packs to move
Like Wyclef Jean without the sex scandal
Dismantle and handle any rap dude from New York to L.A.
Ya MC'll get ate, greedy lil' nigga, never share off the plate
Racks on a bitch, nah, wraps on my dick, pause
Back smack a bitch rapper, blowin' loud, been dapper
Blasted, buggin' off Bacardi and acid
Represent my city, these other niggas shitty
Maino told me nigga's gotta stick together
Niggas throwin' over broads like 50 or Mayweather
While half the industry hates on we
I independently made half a milli' in a year
Still I'm ahead of my prime
And if sleep's the cousin of death, y'all fallin' in line
Zombie
[Verse 2: Meechy Darko]
Fuck the bloggers, bruh, most your posts are straight bolognia
Check any continent, they won't find spitters as hot as us
My consciousness mindfuck her, make her pineal hymen bust
Vomit lava, bruh, I'll melt any thermometer
Poison on the television
Baby left the crack handle white
Jesus answers to the prayers of a black man
My third eye see through your insides like a CAT Scan
Got that ch-ch-ch-ch-chopper out, and it will not jam
Death around the corner, I hear him callin'
Paranoia from smokin' this marijuana
We all liars, so I guess we all lawyers
If you ain't loyal, you should be in the soil
Hash oil, soarin', saucer
[?] my shows out in Norway, awesome
New day, different hoes, same shit, different toilet
Punchlines better than that smack you been snortin'
Past lives, writin' my rhymes down in papyrus
Acid flashbacks, droppin' micrograms in my eyelids
Psilocybin my stylist, look in the mirror for guidance
I am who they really tryna clone through they rhymin'
But they schemes ain't as mean, I paint scenes, Meech Dalí
Acid drops on the meltin' clock, but no time from me
Nigga's been known for years, and I'm still fucking hungry
That ain't the beat bangin', that's the rumble in my tummy
The Fronto leaf baggies perspire
And a nigga still sittin' on work, good thing the weed don't expire
Dessy needs some new bullets, my car gon' need some new tires
Your baby boy needs new pampers, but baby, I ain't the father, bitch
[Chorus]
I ain't the father, bitch
Said I ain't the father, bitch, huh
Baby, I ain't the father, bitch
Now it's time for Arc
[Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliott]
Grown men be actin' childish
When will we stop the violence?
Broke the bitch and fixed it like them presidential ballots
Obscure, not mature, not performed, just the norm
A little bit of everything, a little bit of Mary Jane
Listenin' to Mary sing "Spring Memories"
Bumpin' through my tweet and see my divas in their denim jeans
Crack rock is in my melody, infectin' everything you see
All dreams, oh yes indeed, I got the potency of peace
Investin' in my destiny, not like we can all be free
Until my expiration I give all of me, like I ought to be
I order me a number three at the Chinese spot, I rhyme a lot
These figments in my head will never find my heart
[?] baby boy, Sigmund Freud, since the story goes
On the Maury Shows, I rap it all 'til close
Slap, fracture, slaughter hoes
Kill a boy, still avoid, similar to rivers boy, I'm still annoyed
Towering, sound speak louder than I click-clack
Empty weapons pull ya melon back
I roll with hella cats who know the traps
So who you tellin' black? Take a shot and cough and throw it back
Shit, my shawty is in line like the Zodiac
I'm smokin' weed for all the time I never noticed that
I sparked the chalice on my stoop like I can't hold it back
If you came to be a reasonable opponent
For you zone with, I hold the microphone like it's golden
Motherfucker
[Chorus]
And I ain't the father, bitch
That nigga is not the father, bitch (Goddamn)
I am not the father, bitch
That nigga [?] is not the father
[Verse 4: Bodega Bamz]
Yo, yo
Same nightmare, sleepin' in my beach chair
I ain't got a chip on my shoulder, but I don't fuckin' care
Been there, done that, bitches always come back
Just like my cocaine dealing on the comeback
If I could keep everybody happy, I would do that
But it would be one driver, nigga, screw that
I still get the "who that?", I'm still gettin' lied to
Forgetful motherfuckers, like I never supplied you
Minus the bullshit, must I divide you?
Should have realised you, I sat right beside you
Pain is temporary, mind you
You mind if I remind you every second? Because I don't mind to
Where should I sign at? Kid from the corner
No diploma, no graduation cap up in the air
My thoughts get recorded, some niggas come home, my niggas get deported
Tan Boyz did this, shit, it's in my blood
I'm pullin' for a war, I'm ready you can tell, right on tongue
Back pocket, Tan bandanna
All my papis Gucci, brave like Atlanta
Farin' for a come up, shit I'm too short for that
California dream in my L.A. Dodger hat
We all gotta win, nobody doubted that
Jumping out of Benzes to jump in the dollar cab
Don't ask why, nigga, that's how I keep it
I break hearts, now you hate me to pieces
This drug shit, I speak it, this fake shit, I peep it
You reap what you sew, make sure you look decent
I'm from the rotten manzana, it ain't peaches and cream in my pocket
'Cause everyday I need it
Student of the game before, now I teach it
Never sucked dick, I leave it to the leeches
Or leave it to the bitches
Old told me go in, Cart and Gina believed
Rube say we golden
Had a cold shoulder, now my attitude is frozen
Throwin' powder in the air, the streets said I'm chosen
One before I go, rest in peace Big Pun and Salido
Pa-pa-pa-pa-papiz
[Chorus]
And he is not the father
That baby ain't mine
I am not the father
Yo, he is not the father, bitch
Yo, I am not the father bitch
I got kids, man, but I ain't the father, you know what I'm sayin'?
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