flatbush zombies - monica lyrics
[intro: issa gold & erick the architect]
you know the f-ckin’ vibes
you know the f-ckin’ vibes, n-gga
we smokin’ dope with joey, sh-t
n-gga, you know the f-cking vibes, p-ssy
spliff vibes, yeah, i mean
you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout my n-ggas?
you see the f-ckin’ vibes, man
we got boats out here, man (yeah)
you see the f-ckin’ vibes, man (oh, yeah)
[verse 1: erick the architect]
only rapper makin’ beats since seventeen, my n-gga
they thought fbz was just juice and meech, my n-gga
never did it hurt my soul or self-esteem, my n-gga
but that sh-t weak, my n-gga, they still sleep, my n-gga
even from a wheelchair i rap with such ease, my n-gga
way better than rappers standin’ on two feet, my n-gga
surgery right after tour, i feel elite, my n-gga
now i’m right back with the squad i’ll never leave, my n-gga
world tour, how we payin’, while you leasin’ my n-gga?
copped the crib before a chain, but i had reason, my n-gga
ain’t no tattoos on my frame but my mark leaving, my n-gga
you never see me, my n-gga, my whole team is my n-ggas
treatin’ me like 222 has been my number, my n-gga
that’s two albums, self-produced, and yet they wonder, my n-gga
billboard toppin’, independent, we still under, my n-gga
you know my body, we just vibin’ on the grind with my n-ggas
[chorus: tech n9ne]
anybody want smoke? we got it (no-oh)
but if it’s smoke from beef, you won’t know who shot it (no-oh)
you know the vibes in this b-tch, n0body tries to come hit
got figures (got figures), my n-ggas (my n-ggas)
[verse 2: zombie juice]
you know the vibes, i’m a motherf-ckin’ king my n-gga
hate all you want, you never be me, my n-gga
woke up feelin’ blessed ’cause i’m me, my n-gga
team supreme and the flow is just elite, my n-gga
smoked every strain before it hit the streets my n-gga
hair dyed before the soundcloud scene my n-gga
before you blink, my n-gga, i’m overseas, my n-gga
and b-tches f-cked with me when i ain’t have a thing, my n-gga
these rappers lucky, better stay up in your lane, my n-gga
zombie gang, my n-gga, helped change the game, my n-gga
brought the flame when n-ggas hate it, our name got bigger
independent, you chasin’ checks and the fame, my n-gga
better yet, you chasin’ b-tches, you lame, my n-gga
hit up eliantte, watch my diamonds sing, my n-gga
from the ‘bush, made it out, do my thing, my n-gga
no father, taught myself the motherf-ckin’ game, my n-gga
[chorus: tech n9ne]
anybody want smoke? we got it (no-oh)
but if it’s smoke from beef, you won’t know who shot it (no-oh)
you know the vibes in this b-tch, n0body tries to come hit
got figures (got figures), my n-ggas (my n-ggas)
[verse 3: meechy darko]
look at us, we over here on album three, my n-gga
remember when this sh-t was just a dream, my n-gga
they ain’t believe, my n-gga
they probably thought that sh-t wouldn’t last a week, my n-gga
last laugh, ha-ha, i’m f-ckin’ weak, my n-gga
still here, seven years f-ckin’ deep, my n-gga
used to sell these t-shirts on the street, my n-gga
same tees, my n-gga, made me a quarter milli’ last week, my n-gga
remember me? my team supreme, my n-gga
she 5’5″, but her throat 6’3″, my n-gga
don’t see me for xannies or that lean, my n-gga
’cause every night she f-ck me to sleep, my n-gga
paranoia started f-ckin’ with my z’s, my n-gga
this sh-t is deep, my n-gga
to the point where i don’t trust me, my n-gga
black magic, my speeches part seas, my n-gga
black casket, go ahead and sleep, my n-gga
count sheep, my n-gga
now you’re six feet deep, my n-gga
never was my n-gga, n-gga
[verse 4: tech n9ne]
carry the piece, my n-gga, i’m finna release, my n-gga
because these social-media murderers talkin’ beef, my n-gga
i’m a beast, my n-gga, i’m ’bout to teach my n-ggas
through my anonymous link, i show up on your street my n-gga
i’d rather be on herb, oil, and kief, my n-gga
than comin’ off the throne tryna defeat my n-ggas
i’m a chief, my n-gga, i can help you eat my n-gga
so why when it come to me you scammin’, plannin’ deceit, my n-gga? (come on)
they comin’ for me because i’m the one gettin’ the dough (fly spitter)
they actin’ like back in the day i ain’t used to be poor (why bitter?)
so if they ever come up to me and trip on my show (my trigger)
then let it blow (die quicker), they’re gonna know (my n-gga)
computer bangin’ and sh-t, yo that’s wuss, my n-gga
do that, but never ever come where crack’s cooked, my n-gga
you that shook my n-gga, in fact, look my n-gga
the gat pushed, stack kush with flatbush, my n-gga
[outro: tech n9ne]
anybody want smoke? we got it
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