A Spike Lee Joint Flatbush Zombies (Ft. Anthony Flammia)
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[Chorus: Anthony Flammia & Erick the Architect]
Unsigned and independent
Look, tell my moms I did it
When you risk your life, constant struggle to survive
Say yeah, oh, woah
Unsigned and independent (Woo)
I move a mile a minute (Difference)
When you risk your life (Difference), constant struggle to survive (Ayy, ayy)
Say yeah, oh, woah
[Verse 1: Erick the Architect]
Dirty money, clean money, niggas see the difference
Tell the bartender leave some liquor for my niggas
Streets full of wolves so my appetite grew
I was hungry for this rap shit way back in high school
Motivated, knocked somebody off to break the rule
Coordinated mind-frame slaughterin' your view
Smokin' on this green trees, I don't get the blues
If I see a nigga lurk, then I gotta chuck a deuce
I was clockin' out of work
'Round the same time I was writin' out of thirst
Working three jobs, I ain't want to buy the purp
Friends'll leave ya cold turk'
It was ADHD, smokin' weed before church
Now I'm back for 'em, tap dance on the platform
With the mask on
Hit the squad for the bat phone
(Wildin') Want it, now I gotta last long
Dog, I just get a bigger jawn if he act raw
Unsigned and independent
Look, tell my moms I did it
When you risk your life, constant struggle to survive
Say yeah, oh, woah
Unsigned and independent (Woo)
I move a mile a minute (Difference)
When you risk your life (Difference), constant struggle to survive (Ayy, ayy)
Say yeah, oh, woah
[Verse 1: Erick the Architect]
Dirty money, clean money, niggas see the difference
Tell the bartender leave some liquor for my niggas
Streets full of wolves so my appetite grew
I was hungry for this rap shit way back in high school
Motivated, knocked somebody off to break the rule
Coordinated mind-frame slaughterin' your view
Smokin' on this green trees, I don't get the blues
If I see a nigga lurk, then I gotta chuck a deuce
I was clockin' out of work
'Round the same time I was writin' out of thirst
Working three jobs, I ain't want to buy the purp
Friends'll leave ya cold turk'
It was ADHD, smokin' weed before church
Now I'm back for 'em, tap dance on the platform
With the mask on
Hit the squad for the bat phone
(Wildin') Want it, now I gotta last long
Dog, I just get a bigger jawn if he act raw
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