Trade-Off Flatbush Zombies

[Chorus: Erick the Architect]
It's that work hard, play hard
Make you quit that day job
I smoked so much this year, we couldn't even take a day off
I plan to take a trip
Want the money how it's spent
I just re-up
Plus I just paid my phone and the rent

[Verse 1: Erick the Architect]
Hey, it's lit
Call my partners up, we goin' up, you slowin' up
I never judge, we do indulge
In truth, I never touch the stuff
One puff of that fluffy stuff, shit hit me like a sucker punch
Side effects include mass paranoia plus the cotton mouth
Down another bottle with my niggas
Before this was a movie, we pictured us livin' bitter
And I forgive 'em, whatever, whatever
Tellin' me different, nothin' is given
Without sacrifices, somethin' is close to niggas to chill with
Pray for the children
The government spikin' penicillin
And Lord willin'
We all live to be twenty million
Outcome infinite dawg, where is the ceilin'?
'Cause five years ago we came to be without disappearin'