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This Is It (就是这样) (Explicit) - Flatbush Zombies
All you fools just sound the same
Ain't no credit to your name
Ain't no credit line open that's discrediting the fame
Form your business in the name something unique like a slain
Make a difference make a change
But ain't no puppets on a string
Don't be chilling on the couch remember this is for the clout
Remember this is for the poor niggas that'll represent you when you're out
Forget you when you need your friends f**k it we just meet again
All my niggas need a plan cos all my niggas need to win
Always was a winner even when I wasn't 'posed to
The money getting bigger as if it wasn't supposed to
Just a lonely ni**a talk too much to myself need a break
On July 8 th broke down heaven's gates
Now watch they high all day
F**k you leaving f**k all evening
Call me mister f**k all day
Trap all day and night
Don't need a house
Spam my conscious tryna' walk on water
Feel the earth
You hatin' I'll be somewhere slayin' b**ches by their face
Catch a fake with an eighth on me
Not phased don't pass that sh*t homie
Cause more
Bout to put some in the air til my ni**a goes off
Cos you got some shrooms I got a room
You and me til we reach the moon
Never wore a disguise love the skin I'm in
You trade your soul for fame we ain't built the same
All you fools just sound the same
Ain't no credit to your name
Ain't no credit line open that's discrediting the fame
Form your business in the name something unique like a slain
Make a difference make a change
But ain't no puppets on a string
Don't be chilling on the couch remember this is for the clout
Remember this is for the poor niggas that'll represent you when you're out
Forget you when you need your friends f**k it we just meet again
All my niggas need a plan cos all my niggas need to win
All I ever wanted was to be a one to one
Now I'm one in three
Compulsively a ni**a gotta run up or get none
Know I feel your pain a different day when you're done
Put you down afraid to look around instead I for my dogs
Now my city give me 150 for my skis 150 for
Three niggas we gotta eat
Shouts to fans that's overseas
Independent grind at least we did form a company
We a bond that never breaks never giving up the cake
Not a fan of pointing fingers at men
It's dependent on who can pay for academics
Homie your chemists are missing the
You back into handling business no kidding
My head's at the clinic I need a prescription
My vision is clearer through smoking them mirrors
I can't be compared to those niggas you hearing
So don't be offended when niggas don't feel you
All you fools just sound the same
Ain't no credit to your name
Ain't no credit line open that's discrediting the fame
Form your business in the name something unique like a slain
Make a difference make a change
But ain't no puppets on a string
Don't be chilling on the couch remember this is for the clout
Remember this is for the poor niggas that'll represent you when you're out
Forget you when you need your friends f**k it we just meet again
All my niggas need a plan cos all my niggas need to win
Feeling brave ni**a run up
Buck shots here muscle
And I don't need joey to pump it
Pitbull no muzzle
Badman I'm thuggin'
Dunno gun smoke
Can't tell me nothin' there's no need for discussion
I'm the sinner and saint I'm the box logo bully
Used to buy bathing ape now they send this sh*t to me
I paved the way for niggas that're scared to say what they ain't wanna say
Now watch a demon demonstrate annihilate love haters all the same
Will I die from my homicide or will I die from taking too much drugs
Lord knows I'm just here to die on an acid high and I'm double cupped
Cold line 100 blunts
Seen a few b**ches I'd love to f**k
2 pac in 96 and troublesome
27 club here I come
Comma c c c c comma comma comma a whole lot of decimals
I just s see my account and c c c c c c c count
All my blessing up
Bloodstream full of chemical crip blood twist your fingers up
Better than some of them bet they gon' say it's beginners luck
I would die for my niggas but would they do the same
And then somebody get em and I'm losing my balance and
I would ride for my niggas just show me the lane
My grandaddy's still in the kitchen w w whooping the caine
My celly' keep ringing
I cannot find enough courage to answer
The backwoods is hitting
Hope that that sh*t is not giving me cancer
Trip on acid while I'm rapping sippin' muddy counting money
I think she took too many xannies she fell asleep while she was sucking
Made it out the ghetto shout out to my mother
Kudos to my papa he ain't wear the rubber
This is it I do this sh*t here for my brothers
This is it I do this sh*t here for my brothers