[Verse 1: Zombie Juice]
Welcome to my world
Visions like my mind on a thin wire
Struggle but I'm here
Still high like it's no fear
Tip toe like a ballerina
You can't see me, John Cena
Play my cards with a poker face
Sometimes I feel like the only race
Racing, speeding, still hungry like I ain't eating
Call it even, a spade a spade
Some want the hoes, but I live in the shade
Palm trees, fronto, Bob Marley, I'm the dutch master
I'll box you, boy, like Cassius
Put 'em in a casket like the Taker
21-and-0 on you haters, twenty-one O's
Step up in the building, somethin' like Elvis
I'm 'bout to re-up, this here better than my last
Immortal, dog, living through all of y'all
Treat this shit like my only child, son of God
Calculate my visions, what I want is how I'm living
You might win some, but you just lost one
This beat here banging, Erick Arc, son
If you double cross, you hit the floor, Allen I-son
[Chorus: Meechy Darko & Erick Arc Elliot]
Young, dumb motherfucker, life's guns and butter
My grandpop still make that crack rock bubble
Tell karma I love her, been a real good motherfucker
So she bless us with pussy, drugs, and money
I ride for my dogs, get high with my dogs
Real niggas won't snitch, don't abide by the law
Blowing loud on the porch, Makaveli on my thoughts
How many real niggas'll be down for the cause?
Welcome to my world
Visions like my mind on a thin wire
Struggle but I'm here
Still high like it's no fear
Tip toe like a ballerina
You can't see me, John Cena
Play my cards with a poker face
Sometimes I feel like the only race
Racing, speeding, still hungry like I ain't eating
Call it even, a spade a spade
Some want the hoes, but I live in the shade
Palm trees, fronto, Bob Marley, I'm the dutch master
I'll box you, boy, like Cassius
Put 'em in a casket like the Taker
21-and-0 on you haters, twenty-one O's
Step up in the building, somethin' like Elvis
I'm 'bout to re-up, this here better than my last
Immortal, dog, living through all of y'all
Treat this shit like my only child, son of God
Calculate my visions, what I want is how I'm living
You might win some, but you just lost one
This beat here banging, Erick Arc, son
If you double cross, you hit the floor, Allen I-son
[Chorus: Meechy Darko & Erick Arc Elliot]
Young, dumb motherfucker, life's guns and butter
My grandpop still make that crack rock bubble
Tell karma I love her, been a real good motherfucker
So she bless us with pussy, drugs, and money
I ride for my dogs, get high with my dogs
Real niggas won't snitch, don't abide by the law
Blowing loud on the porch, Makaveli on my thoughts
How many real niggas'll be down for the cause?
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