Pistolas Zombie Juice

[Intro]
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
(Uh huh, check it)

[Chorus]
Eyes blurry, sayin' goodbye at the cemetery
I murder n*ggas and whacks, and forget where they buried
This the hardest since NWA and Eazy-E
Or pistols on your album cover, guess who's back

[Verse 1]
Might take 'em back when I had a [?] before the raps
Before I turned down a million dollar deal, fuck the bag
Remember me for my heart, forgive mе for my past
Before I die hopе you learn from me, hope you win
This hip-hop 50 years, it's gon' never end
This mass appeal, I'm Rick James off the acid still
They can't claim what I'm jackin', n*ggas lackin' skill
New York the Mecca still, fuck you thought
And my tan temples goin' at yo' bitch throat
I'm taxin' like phantom [?] to the [?]
Remember nights I thank god I made it home safe
Bail money in the safe in the closet, rainy days
Smokin' ounces, tryna fade away, la la la
These mountains ain't high enough, drugs take me away
Shoutout my Fresno boys, all my n*ggas in L.A
All my cousins, my blood, let this love when we sing
Come on