U&I

[Intro: DIA]

Don't be anxious or impatient

Cause I, I wanna hold you close and never let go

[Bridge: Zombie Juice]

Yeah, she said, "Baby, don't go"

But you and I got to be for you and I

This that do or die, "Po Pimp" shit, recordin' in the 'Stuy

And I get so high that I forgot 'bout last night, right

Yeah, she said, "Baby, don't go"

But you and I got to be for you and I

This that do or die, "Po Pimp" shit, recordin' in the 'Stuy

And I get so high that I forgot 'bout last night, right

[Chorus: Erick the Architect & (Zombie Juice)]

In a world (in a world) full of thieves (full of thieves)

We see diamonds (we see diamonds) we see keys (we see keys)

If the issue (if the issue) talk to me (talk to me)

If I miss you (If I miss you) it's cause you're deep (it's cause you're deep)

In a world (in a world) full of thieves (full of thieves)

We see diamonds (we see diamonds) we see keys (we see keys)

If the issue (if the issue) talk to me (talk to me)

If I miss you (If I miss you) it's cause you're deep (it's cause you're deep)

[Verse 1: Erick the Architect]

Ooh, I say we struggle, it's hard livin', streets have been unforgivin'

Smoke weed, hold deep conversations with winners

'Cause these my brothers, love 'em to death

Written in stone, so when I'm gone, they 'uggin' our breath

Don't frequent Hell, Gorillaz pin on lapel

There's six grams in the blunt, on a mission to find myself

Growin' and breakin' ties, cryin' and savin' lives

Couldn't be discontent, temptation arrives

[Verse 2: Zombie Juice]

Yeah, I'm patiently waiting

But I don't really give a fuck if we ain't in your rotation

I put the heart up on this bitch and can't nobody take it

Brooklyn niggas, we take it, Flatbush baby, gon' make it

Check it, but these my brothers, love 'em to death

Written in stone, until I'm gone, we puffin' the death

No concern, nah, compare us, how?

Cool milli off the merch, SoundScan's shuttin' down now

[Verse 3: Erick the Architect]

I put the bread down on something I wanted for years

If my brother need some money, man I prol'ly sell that shit, hey

Break it into pieces, ooh, wow; there it is

Brothers make real beats, bomb lyricist

Brothers look the other way, nothing come to trouble mate

This is why I love you dog, I'm smokin' at your mama's crib

My brother not a local, my brother travel continents

No need to find a hotel, my brothers got the couch and shit

[Verse 4: Meechy Darko]

Deborah's only son, he was conceived in King's County

That was '89, by '92 he was already rowdy

Misunderstood since he crawled out the womb, the only child

And his mama workin' three jobs

One was dealin' with drama 'cause I was wildin'

He used to rarely see his father

They separated, couldn't keep his dick in his pajamas

'Cause he was out there hustlin', tryna be a provider

Tryna turn a pretty penny into a million dollars

They tell you 'bout my family, that bipolar disorder

And due to karma, my first youngin' gon' be a daughter

When I was five, I told my mom I wanted to die

Then we cried, the crazy shit, man, it wasn't a lie

Man, this life, is filled with stress

So much oppressed, call New York City "9"

I sit alone and reflect, took me twenty-eight years to realize that I'm blessed

Aunt Pam died from cancer, I quit them cigarettes

Weight of world on my shoulders, I just finished my reps

All addicted to drugs, we all addicted to sex

Feelin' so self-destructive, like I'm clingin' to death

Took my five-digit check and copped some bigger baguettes

Took a look at my ring, finger charm on my neck

Still in touch with myself, that flashy shit won't prevail

I really shoppin' for happiness, but that shit ain't for sale

But if you don’t show 'em, then they won't think you do it well

I heard that blood's thicker than them Atlanta strippers

But these my brothers, ain't got real brothers to know the difference

And, Erick, if I could, I'd give your mama my kidney

'Cause she my mama, too, I promise you

I ride for my niggas, die for my niggas

Load .45 (Rah-rah!), pull homicide for my niggas

Word up, 'cause you my brothers, love 'em to death

Written in stone, I take my heart and rip it out my chest

To prove to you that it's Zombie Gang, rotten flesh

That's to the death, nigga, no more, nothin' less

True, indeed, Juice, if you ever off or bleed

I'm takin' care of your seed, even if that means millions in fees for custody

She wildin' out in court, I'm like, "Give that bitch what she needs" (Order in the court!)

"Judge, please" (Order!)

I guess I still got a lot to maturin' to do

I know we still got a whole lot of world tourin' to do

The game is supposed to be locked in, I leak through

Like a real bad pussy pad, watch me seep through, ew

It's Darky, baby, a whole different hue

My grand-daddy got eight balls, come and get a cue

I come from the struggle, motherfucker, get a clue

Headshot, red dot, now make a move

[Chorus: Erick the Architect & (Zombie Juice)]

In a world (in a world) full of thieves (full of thieves)

We see diamonds (we see diamonds) we see keys (we see keys)

If the issue (if the issue) talk to me (talk to me)

If I miss you (If I miss you) it's cause you're deep (it's cause you're deep)

In a world (in a world) full of thieves (full of thieves)

We see diamonds (we see diamonds) we see keys (we see keys)

If the issue (if the issue) talk to me (talk to me)

If I miss you (If I miss you) it's cause you're deep (it's cause you're deep)

[Outro: Erick the Architect]

When I used to rock the long fade

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Knotty dreads swingin', [?]

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[Produced by Erick the Architect]