[Intro: Meechy Darko]
Oh
Uh, yeah, uh
[Verse 1: Meechy Darko]
Whatever happened to mobbin'?
Instead of fist fightin', niggas is busy bloggin'
This shit is a problem
Flatbush Zombie, dead walkin', caution
Every word I spit, every verb I flip, awesome
I raise the margin
And Pimp C would probably be proud of me
'Cause I been bangin' dames since Wayne was sayin' "wobblety wobblety"
The game is full of squares and I don't fit in, I'm isosceles
Tell her take her clothes off, drop her hair and roll that chronic leaf, ha
If she don't let me poke it, baby, it's buenas noches
I be leanin' in the graveyard smokin' somethin' potent
Nigga let's be civil
I give her dick and she shiver, you give her dick and she giggle
My ego gettin' bigger
If Source was around, I'd get five mics
Sex party, need, hand me five dykes
They fuck me, though
Roll it fast and I puff it slow
Yeah, my flow bounce off that bass and percussion, though
'Bout to roll another O
Pass it to my brother, though
Y'all niggas in trouble, yo
[Chorus: Meechy Darko]
We the young, black and arrogant
Weed we be carryin'
They greet us like kings 'cause we arrive in these chariots
Bitches wanna marry us, niggas wanna bury us
But when it all falls, who'll be the one to carry us?
Gettin' closer to the end by each step
They say all the real niggas dead and gone, but we left
Dog, I thought I told you that we go hard
Flatbush Zombies, motherfucker, yeah, we go hard
[Verse 2: Zombie Juice]
Young, black and arrogant
Addicted to the finer shit
OG presidential, the sour taste is immaculate
Niggas on that Ave., talkin' that, they ain't 'bout it, shit
I be bustin' bars, bustin' broads, trust me, nigga, this my heart
We can take it to the park, let it spark
Bang-bang, two shots, have a change of heart
I'm aloof with the goof, fuck the boys in blue
Never trust a nigga, never trust you, too
Rolled about a hundred doobs, catch me smokin' somethin' blue
Blue dream, feed me LSD please
Heard them niggas talkin' down low, word of mouth
I could put you on, sonny, the drug game ain't all sunny
The rap game is real funny, and I ain't playin' with you monkeys
Now how can I survive? Got me askin' white Jesus
"Will a nigga live or die?" The Lord can't see us
You quit your lil' job, I ain't never fuckin' work (Never)
All I know is this trip, pimp a ho on this dough
Pounds of weed, morphine, blues, them oxys
[Chorus: Meechy Darko]
We the young, black and arrogant
Weed we be carryin'
They greet us like kings 'cause we arrive in these chariots
Bitches wanna marry us, niggas wanna bury us
But when it all falls, who'll be the one to carry us?
Gettin' closer to the end by each step
They say all the real niggas dead and gone, but we left
Dog, I thought I told you that we go hard
Flatbush Zombies, motherfucker, yeah, we go hard
[Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliott]
I'm like, hello, we got Carmelo
You can't compare, ho
Seein' me with my kinfolk when I rock black hoodies and timbos
Kickin', you started with zero, missin' that man in the mirror
My vanity is insanity, ragin' bull like DeNiro
Ridin' with that becky, open that third eye if you'll let me
Open your legs up like a Nestle
Crunch and munch, what's for lunch?
Hold this blunt for the one's that I run from
Got a lot of niggas runnin' from the gun, gun
But I won't say names
Got a lot of fame to attain right before I'm done, done
Cups full of rose mo'
Won't sip slow, low-key flow
Codeine 'do architect from the tech of the green flesh
Better bring decks if you smoke smoke somethin' so
Tell me when to go, gotta move now
Think so high, gotta cool down
Doin' big things kinda rude now
If you talk with the chest gotta put the food down
Bitch you know, ain't got a lot of change but the wrist will glow
Don't say her name but I hit the ho
Listen bro, never heard a nigga like this before
Never heard a nigga like this before
Smoke another doob then I hit the road
OE drank and that shit is cold
So I'm '88 in my '64
[Chorus: Meechy Darko]
We the young, black and arrogant
Weed we be carryin'
They greet us like kings 'cause we arrive in these chariots
Bitches wanna marry us, niggas wanna bury us
But when it all falls, who'll be the one to carry us?
Gettin' closer to the end by each step
They say all the real niggas dead and gone, but we left
Dog, I thought I told you that we go hard
Flatbush Zombies, motherfucker, yeah, we go hard
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