[Verse 1: Zombie Juice]
Welcome to my world
Visions like my mind on a thin wire
Struggle but I'm here
Still high like it's no fear
Tip toe like a ballerina
You can't see me, John Cena
Play my cards with a poker face
Sometimes I feel like the only race
Racing, speeding, still hungry like I ain't eating
Call it even, a spade a spade
Some want the hoes, but I live in the shade
Palm trees, fronto, Bob Marley, I'm the dutch master
I'll box you, boy, like Cassius
Put 'em in a casket like the Taker
21-and-0 on you haters, twenty-one O's
Step up in the building, somethin' like Elvis
I'm 'bout to re-up, this here better than my last
Immortal, dog, living through all of y'all
Treat this shit like my only child, son of God
Calculate my visions, what I want is how I'm living
You might win some, but you just lost one
This beat here banging, Erick Arc, son
If you double cross, you hit the floor, Allen I-son
[Chorus: Meechy Darko & Erick Arc Elliot]
Young, dumb motherfucker, life's guns and butter
My grandpop still make that crack rock bubble
Tell karma I love her, been a real good motherfucker
So she bless us with pussy, drugs, and money
I ride for my dogs, get high with my dogs
Real niggas won't snitch, don't abide by the law
Blowing loud on the porch, Makaveli on my thoughts
How many real niggas'll be down for the cause?
[Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliot]
Some days are made for reminiscing
Drug dealers with no product or pot to even piss in
Permission by granted God we see Allah
Molecules, minuscule, and regardless who you are
You a part of early stardom
I believe we all achieve in the eyes of martyrs, never a problem
Hearts fall apart, so I stitched mine
Quick to choke a nigga, I be tryna bitch mine
Shorty sweet like clementine
I rap for the niggas that make beats, but never get to shine, shine
Hey, Vinyl Blue in Green, Miles Davis CDs
I compose my sixteens before eighty-eight keys
The first time I did drugs, it was making the beats
MPC bang my head, it even haunts me in sleep
Everybody's a snake, that's why I try to keep the grass cut
See it when it coming, then I heat they ass up
[Chorus: Meechy Darko & Erick Arc Elliot]
Young, dumb motherfucker, life's guns and butter
My grandpop still make that crack rock bubble
Tell karma I love her, been a real good motherfucker
So she bless us with pussy, drugs, and money
I ride for my dogs, get high with my dogs
Real niggas won't snitch, don't abide by the law
Blowing loud on the porch, Makaveli on my thoughts
How many real niggas'll be down for the cause?
[Verse 3: Meechy Darko]
If rap was illegal, you bitch niggas wouldn't even write a bar
Shit, I'd probably be behind bars
Raising the bar through these bars
I am at the bar
Taking shots of Henny, telling the bartender 'bout all of my flaws
I'm in love with hip-hop, not from the allure
I am sure, every single dog gets its day on the cross
No label telling me fables, bitch, I am my own boss
Stoned off Triple OG, watch me zone off
Supreme entity, public enemy
Energy that I'm harvesting in pursuit of the riches
I want more green than them army men figures
So much 'shrooms and acid that my thoughts are tangled and twisted like gangbanger fingers
Right before they flick on the trigger and dismantle your ligaments
Metal fragments'll hit you, so many holes in a nigga
That when the wind blow, he whistles
Bet that I could read your mental
With my finger on temple
And learn the deepest, darkest secrets that your shadow will tell you
'Cause you heard that I'm a better beast and stay close to the J like I'm Emory
And if your eyes ain't bloodshot, you need to get some better weed
Screaming, what the bloodclot? Shotty in a stolen V
Follow the law? I don't even follow the lord
Flexing like I just shot up a bottle of 'roids
Sexing bad exotic chick on top of your boy
Chip on my shoulder, only if chips involved, motherfucker
[Outro]
I see you got yourself a little business going
Well, that's good, that's good, you make that paper
But when you making paper, but when you making paper you gotta learn some rules to go with it
You gotta learn the difference between guns and butter
There are two types of niggas in this world, there are niggas with guns and niggas with butter
Now, what are guns?
The guns, that's the real estate, the stocks and bonds, artwork
You know, shit that appreciates with value
What's the butter?
Cars, clothes, jewelry, all that other bullshit that don't mean shit after you buy it
That's what it's all about, guns and butter, baby
You little dumb motherfuckers
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