Alto

[Intro: Zombie Juice]

(Big smoke, terps)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Brooklyn)

DZA, what up? What he say? Right

[Verse 1: Zombie Juice]

This shit loud, flava in ya ear

How high? Too high to meet me in the air

Sold out with Red and Meth, ten thousand in the stands (Hold up)

I used to dream of days like this on the 2-train

Packs in my knapsack, smellin' up the whole thang

Please ash before you pass it, boo thang

Higher than a balcony, baby, I need the whole thang

Penthouse suite, floor to ceilin' windows

A big ol' freak, she only fuck with winners

I need me a percent of everything y'all stealin'

She say it's an event when I hit that kitty

Might hot-box the whip like B-Real was in it

I had a dream feelin' lucid, every word I meant it

We put the hood name on our back, I'm used to heavy liftin'

The pressure turned that shit to diamonds, now it's finer livin'

They tryin' to figure figure how I did it, how I done ascended

How a nigga really livin' like he say he did it

How I paint these bitches like I'm Kara Walker vivid

Not too specific on them phones cause you know they listenin'

And watch them niggas that's close by you

'Cause you know they're switchin'

This biscotti hittin', long nose, Scottie Pippen, bow

Designer drippin', this a Erick Arc production

The art is sufferin', gotta put your heart or nothing

[Chorus: Rae Khalil]

Zip it up, ooh

I don't need no niggas smokin' my trees (Yeah, yeah)

I was up 'fore I lit my spliff (Oh yeah)

I know there's more for me but I'm thankful for this

Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Devin the Dude & Rae Khalil]

Took hard work and sacrifice

I still practice twice before I catch a flight

To stay on point, from a joint to a fat Sweet

Stretch my money like athletes at a track meet

Pack heat in the back streets, that's me

Nah, rapper slash actor, please someone cast me

Dedicate myself, I medicate myself

Stay away from hard drugs, I'll never hate myself

Make my wealth just like any man does

That's when I can 'cause I don't have all the answers yet

But I bet if I was a gambler

The baby will get the new pair of shoes and the Pampers

Like Freddie Sanford, I'ma keep collectin'

Park the old red truck and make a new selection, heh

'Cause with me, there's no second guessin'

If it ain't progression then it's out the question (Yeah yeah)

[Outro: Rae Khalil]

We breathe out

I don't keep no counterfeit around me, uh

I was nice 'fore I ever dropped bars, yeah

I'm givin' my life and I'm thankful for it, yeah