Zombie Land G-Eazy (Ft. Circa 87)

[Verse 1: Circa 87]
Damn, tricking is a treat, partner
Every beat drops and I spit to see profit
Man, it's a bitch to be honest
But I got to listen to Christopher Wallace
More money, more problems, more dummies, more zombies
More blood sucking hoes on my jock piece
Funny how "oh no's" turn into "probably's"
But the SoCo lowering my eyelids
And when I smoke Dro, paranoia dives in
Then SoHo turns into Thriller
Everyone's a freak and thoughts become violent
Off with their heads
To these industry freaks, I'm Shaun of the Dead
Thriller on repeat is this song in my head
Feel the songs beat, what I want but instead
Bubblegum bums only want candy
Everyday's Halloween, trying to win Grammys
I want longevity, pop songs stressing me
Pop, I'll never be
Honeys see me and they drop jaws
And they sink fangs in my neck, sharp claws in my back
'87 with the songs on the tech
Every beat knock, shacking freaks off of our backs

[Hook: Circa 87 & G-Eazy]
Don't you be surprised, when our dough begins to rise
And I open up my eyes, and they all transform on me
Yeah it feels good when the song starts now
Till you go and find out what this shit is about
Watch it all transform when these stars turn goblins
The shit is all the same, more money, more problems