Trade-Off

[Chorus: Erick the Architect]

It's that work hard, play hard

Make you quit that day job

I smoked so much this year, we couldn't even take a day off

I plan to take a trip

Want the money how it's spent

I just re-up

Plus I just paid my phone and the rent

[Verse 1: Erick the Architect]

Hey, it's lit

Call my partners up, we goin' up, you slowin' up

I never judge, we do indulge

In truth, I never touch the stuff

One puff of that fluffy stuff, shit hit me like a sucker punch

Side effects include mass paranoia plus the cotton mouth

Down another bottle with my niggas

Before this was a movie, we pictured us livin' bitter

And I forgive 'em, whatever, whatever

Tellin' me different, nothin' is given

Without sacrifices, somethin' is close to niggas to chill with

Pray for the children

The government spikin' penicillin

And Lord willin'

We all live to be twenty million

Outcome infinite dawg, where is the ceilin'?

'Cause five years ago we came to be without disappearin'

[Chorus: Erick the Architect & Zombie Juice]

It's that work hard, play hard

Make you quit that day job

I smoked so much this year, we couldn't even take a day off

I plan to take a trip

Want the money how it's spent

I just re-up

Plus I just paid my phone and the rent

It's that work hard, play hard

I just got a blow job

Smoke so much this year, we couldn't even take a day off

Twenty-somethin' years, I never had a fuckin' day job

Never ask for truth, it's what expected, it's a trade-off

[Verse 2: Zombie Juice]

Real nigga shit, gettin' money bound to flip

Now turned on like I'm the shit

Bitch, I told you how it gets

It's that mixtape rap, blunt wrapped up in a album

In a Audi black, tote straps lookin' for yack

So I can go top speed with the blinkers on

Screamin' "Fuck the world", Martin King is gone

Who am I? Who am I?

Handsome guy, might stunt on you niggas with a patch on my eye

Please turn up the headphones, I speak the value

I pray for freaks, we gon' bring the outcome

Toke, toke and choke

We just need your vocals

So this is the future, ain't what your used to

Four years ago I was poorer than you are

Trappin' in the lobby and the back of a U-Haul

[Chorus: Zombie Juice, Erick the Architect & Meechy Darko]

It's that work hard, play hard

I just got a blow job

Smoke so much this year, we couldn't even take a day off

Twenty-somethin' years, I never had a fuckin' day job

Never ask for truth, it's what expected, it's a trade-off

It's that work hard, play hard

Make you quit that day job

I smoked so much this year, we couldn't even take a day off

I plan to take a trip

Want the money how it's spent

I just re-up

Plus I just paid my phone and the rent

This that work hard, play hard

Rest in peace to Trayvon

Did so much different drugs this year, I'm feelin' so amazin'

LSD, them potent doses, smokin' 'til I take off

Two freaks, one Meech, that's an even trade-off

[Verse 3: Meechy Darko]

Rosemary's baby, the hand that rock my cradle to the grave

I had six exorcisms this year alone and I feel the same

I'm high and sleep deprived, havin' nightmares while I'm still awake

40 ounce sipper, until my liver give away

I think I lost my mind and I'm willin' to trade my soul if you can find it

An even exchange, I'm young and deranged

All these drugs in my body

Rawer than the kilo under my granddaddy pillow

Kill a cop, la-la-laugh, reload

Ha-ha-ha, drop classics, we know

Laugh at you niggas

I average fifty, I don't feel the need to pass to you niggas

Roll up the sticky, young irrational nigga

Don't throw stones unless your crib is shatter-proof nigga

A headshot, now let's see if you splatter-proof nigga

[Chorus: Erick the Architect, Zombie Juice & Meechy Darko]

Work hard, play hard

Make you quit that day job

I smoked so much this year we couldn't even take a day off

I plan to take a trip

Want the money how it's spent

I just re-up

Plus I just paid my phone and the rent

Work hard, play hard

I just got a blow job

Smoke so much this year, we couldn't even take a day off

Twenty-somethin' years, I never had a fuckin' day job

Never ask for truth, it's what expected, it's a trade-off

Work hard, play hard

Rest in peace to Trayvon

Did so much different drugs this year I'm feeling so amazing

LSD them potent doses smoking 'til I take off

Two freaks, one Meech, that's an even trade-off