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A Spike Lee Joint

Flatbush Zombies

3001: A Laced Odyssey


Unsigned and independent
Look, tell my moms I did it
When you risk your life
Constant struggle to survive
Say yeah, oh, woah
Unsigned and independent
I move a mile a minute
When you risk your life
Constant struggle to survive
Say yeah, oh, woah

Dirty money clean money
Niggas see the difference
Tell the bartender leave
Some liquor for my niggas
Streets full of wolves so my appetite grew
I was hungry for this rap shit
Way back in high school
Motivated, knocked somebody off
To break the rule
Coordinated mind-frame
Slaughtering your view
Smoking on this green trees
I don't get the blues
If I see a nigga lurk
Then I gotta chuck a deuce
I was clocking out of work
'round the same time
I was writing out of thirst
Working three jobs
I ain't want to buy the purp
Friends'll leave ya cold turk'
It was adhd, smoking weed before church
Now I'm back for 'em
Tap dance on the platform
With the mask on
Hit the squad for the bad phone
(wildin') want it, now I gotta last long
Dog, I just get a bigger jawn if he act raw

Unsigned and independent
Look, tell my moms I did it
When you risk your life
Constant struggle to survive
Say yeah, oh, woah
Unsigned and independent
I move a mile a minute (difference)
When you risk your life
Constant struggle to survive
Say yeah, oh, woah

Dirty money, clean money
Can you see the difference?
Got a phone call from my baby mama tripping
Views like, fuck life what it's worth
Used to smoke mad weed
Before my grandma went to church
Had no id, hip-hop before
I started bumping eazy-e
When ringtones was the hot shit
And b. I. g. on my conscience when I spit
Nypd on my dick since I've been
Fornicating, investigations
Don't got no patience
All this bread I'm making
Used to fuck bad bitches
When my grandma's on vacation
Call a bitch over
Then she dipped for the weekend
Couple safes in my brib
Two phones and the rocket
Crip sets on the ave like a la dodger
Juice man, piff man with the grams, man
Me and fam
I'm spitting bars like a jail cell

Unsigned and independent
Look, tell my moms I did it
When you risk your life
Constant struggle to survive
Say yeah, oh, woah

Composição: Anthony Flammia, Erick Arc Elliott & Zombie Juice

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