Headstone Flatbush Zombies
"Headstone" by Flatbush Zombies, released in 2018, is a hip-hop track that explores themes of mortality, legacy, and the struggles of life. The lyrics reflect on the fragility of existence and the quest for meaning. Musically, it features a haunting beat and layered vocals, enhancing its introspective vibe. The song resonates with listeners for its raw honesty and has contributed to the group's influence in the underground rap scene. #HipHop
[Intro: Zombie Juice]
Victory, victory
Gold on my neck—Mr. T
Victory, victory
Zombie Gang reppin' that NYC
Victory, victory
Ice round my neck like I'm Lil Weezy
We run this shit like a pair of cleats
It's Hell on Earth but this where I be
[Chorus: Meechy Darko]
"Money over bitches" on my headstone
Here lies "Young nigga gettin' paid"
Put "Never take a loss" on my headstone
Only take a L when I'm smokin' haze
Zombie Gang three times on my headstone
Been thuggin' from the Cradle to the Grave
Now your favorite rapper name on a headstone
Too late—he already dead
[Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliott]
Imagine when you're thirty thousand feet up what you think of?
Boy, I hated knowin' that my thoughts deterred a dream
Cause I never knew I'd get my chance to link up
Boy, I tell you, all of this unusual to me
Swear I came from the bottom, Flatbush livin', walkin' dead on
Put your favorite rapper's name up on a headstone
Biggie Big for the cheese and you're dead wrong
Propaganda set the standards in the terrordome
Victory, victory
Gold on my neck—Mr. T
Victory, victory
Zombie Gang reppin' that NYC
Victory, victory
Ice round my neck like I'm Lil Weezy
We run this shit like a pair of cleats
It's Hell on Earth but this where I be
[Chorus: Meechy Darko]
"Money over bitches" on my headstone
Here lies "Young nigga gettin' paid"
Put "Never take a loss" on my headstone
Only take a L when I'm smokin' haze
Zombie Gang three times on my headstone
Been thuggin' from the Cradle to the Grave
Now your favorite rapper name on a headstone
Too late—he already dead
[Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliott]
Imagine when you're thirty thousand feet up what you think of?
Boy, I hated knowin' that my thoughts deterred a dream
Cause I never knew I'd get my chance to link up
Boy, I tell you, all of this unusual to me
Swear I came from the bottom, Flatbush livin', walkin' dead on
Put your favorite rapper's name up on a headstone
Biggie Big for the cheese and you're dead wrong
Propaganda set the standards in the terrordome
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