[Intro]
I'm not worried about it myself, you know, cause if they come to me, talking, I think I'm a talk back, you know. I'm not gonna shut up for nobody, you know, nobody...
[Verse 1: Meechy Darko]
I'm addicted to love, lust, knowledge, and euphoria
Drugs, C and D cups, ganja and the gorier
Blood, guts, and deep cuts, Everlands, and black Timbs
Gold mouth, leopard flag, click-clack, we strapped in
I roll up, talk shit, niggas know I'm really real, big blunt of that sour
Smoke it till I catch a chill, niggas get slain over basketball game
Man, the hood may never change, all these niggas do is bang
Cops want us all in chains, chase us down the one-way
I'm too smooth in my ways, threw the stash in the drain
This twelve gauge, split a nigga, tsunami waves, bitch
I beat you ass for some shadеs and some Johnny Cage shit (coo-coo)
Rip your face off your scalp, now you got a facеlift
Beef, what's beef, that's a great dick shit, feet? That's a great ditch
Zombie Gang, NYC, we amazing, fuck NYPD, man I hate them
[Verse 2: Meechy Darko]
I, I, I, I, I, I met the reaper once, he told me that I should keep it up
And if ever my gun I clutch, then he would help me sweep it up
I got Jesus on the payroll, and if he move left, then perfect
I'm smashing and fucking high low, that's the truth, Non Phixion
150 proof, my liquor, Zombie Gang, ILL Bill, my nigga
I'm not worried about it myself, you know, cause if they come to me, talking, I think I'm a talk back, you know. I'm not gonna shut up for nobody, you know, nobody...
[Verse 1: Meechy Darko]
I'm addicted to love, lust, knowledge, and euphoria
Drugs, C and D cups, ganja and the gorier
Blood, guts, and deep cuts, Everlands, and black Timbs
Gold mouth, leopard flag, click-clack, we strapped in
I roll up, talk shit, niggas know I'm really real, big blunt of that sour
Smoke it till I catch a chill, niggas get slain over basketball game
Man, the hood may never change, all these niggas do is bang
Cops want us all in chains, chase us down the one-way
I'm too smooth in my ways, threw the stash in the drain
This twelve gauge, split a nigga, tsunami waves, bitch
I beat you ass for some shadеs and some Johnny Cage shit (coo-coo)
Rip your face off your scalp, now you got a facеlift
Beef, what's beef, that's a great dick shit, feet? That's a great ditch
Zombie Gang, NYC, we amazing, fuck NYPD, man I hate them
[Verse 2: Meechy Darko]
I, I, I, I, I, I met the reaper once, he told me that I should keep it up
And if ever my gun I clutch, then he would help me sweep it up
I got Jesus on the payroll, and if he move left, then perfect
I'm smashing and fucking high low, that's the truth, Non Phixion
150 proof, my liquor, Zombie Gang, ILL Bill, my nigga
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