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flatbush zombies - veteran lyrics

[intro: meechy darko]
move like a dope man, baby i know
gucci sweat socks, money knots, grip chrome

[verse 1: meechy darko]
move like a dope man, baby i know
gucci sweat socks, money knots, grip chrome
veteran in vetements
move with two phones
mouth full of diamonds and gold (ha), you know
old school regal bumpin’ “pocket full of stones”
f+ck her like i love her, but a n+gga barely know her
she said she don’t f+ck with rappers
i said “i’m more like a poet”
i’m more potent i’m floatin’
rollin’, smoking the potent
you are only loyal as your options (hahahaha)
i owe me a diamond [?] eatin’ pasta
big deal, she is real, more like a monster
you ain’t even in my classroom
i’m too high for high school
p+ssy so wet that i had to fill my mattress
i swear there ain’t nothin’ like f+ckin’ on acid
[unintelligible mumbling]
[verse 2: erick the architect]
k!llin’ for the season, this is not a warning a shot
lined up for the moment, move and watch the pressure drop
zombies be them n+ggas, i don’t know what else could top
tryna be the kingpin, marvelous and right
stressin’ bout this sh+t, can’t move out this sh+t
fame come with sucka’ benefits, let me tell you quick
when i’m in the studio, only time i’m in the mix
when i see this groupie hoe, i’m bound to curve the sh+t
stop your pestilence
broken with no raincoat
blowin’ smoke, watchin’ days go
countin’ money on the safe boat
i think i found an angel
playin tetris with a halo, i think slow
i was broken down, [?]
take a seat, get an earful
they don’t know what i been through
the first time i wore a suit was at a funeral
that’s the kind of sh+t that make you lose your cool

[verse 3: zombie juice]
micrograms, tinted windows
celine shades, she got gucci sandals
underrated, underestimated
been hated on cause you couldn’t make it
call your girl, have her run home naked
p+ssy, money, weed, yeah i do it major
gelato smokin’ in my penthouse
her ass fat, baby got thick now
look at the look of the wrist
diamonds shine on my neck (what?)
t++th gleamin’, zombie gang, we the set
new n+ggas ain’t sh+t but new n+ggas
bathing ape shoe n+ggas, talkin to you n+ggas (whoa)
(whoa) hard work pays off
i’m smokin all cake, bout to doze off
countin’ up bank, ‘bout to peel off
she don’t really want it, baby get lost
i want it all like warren g
if it’s war, then it’s war i bring
choppa choppa sing, sing, let it ring, ring
now my diamonds shinin’, gleamin’ n+gga
live shows, b+tches bouncin’
remember when i bagged 20’s n+gga?
remember when i bagged ounces?
now my diamonds shinin’, gleamin’ n+gga
live shows, b+tches bouncin’
remember when i bagged 20’s n+gga?
remember when i bagged ounces?
[verse 4: zombie juice & +erick the architect+]
i can show you how to flip work (+huh+)
bet i make your girl p+ssy squirt (+huh+)
this is real life n+gga
six years, three n+ggas, and we blessed up (+hey, hey, hey+)
for these n+ggas, this the thanks i get
new day, different b+tch, swear i love my clique
money on my mind, always be the motive
trust yourself, know your worth, and
know what’s comin’

[verse 5: erick the architect]
with this music sh+t, i’m playin hot potato
makin’ beats and rappin’ for the payroll
never was an athlete but i’m scorin’ more
in and out of france, i’m hoppin’ flights to where we corridor (swish)
puttin’ 20k in my account
guilty, know no music out
filthy men, his brain [?] from those we live without
i just figured this a moment so i put my whole life on it
sleepin’ on it, god d+mn, i just got the melatonin
dream from fatigue, and even in the dream
four projects in, that should catch you up to speed
sorry for the wait, but my armor don’t [?]
heavy artillery, words are weapons, indeed
[verse 6: meechy darko]
excuse my aggression, my tribe [?] questions
if i’m made in god’s image, why am i blemished?
two white lighters, will he live through 27?
zombie gang, dead n+ggas, throw it up like hendrix
die on the set like bruce on [?]
a stranger’s just a friend of the enemy you ain’t met yet
but satan was once an angel, don’t you forget that
i gots a “do what the f+ck i want” fetish
name a n+gga nice as+
i’ll slice ‘n dice his life on the mic
rhyme like my life on the line
do suicide so me and biggie [?]
and pac see me writin’ these lines
those ain’t losses, those is lessons
count my sins, but i skip my blessings
this is a lifetime, yamborghini high
when st++z died, i cried 47 nights
when st++z died, i cried 47 nights
the bro told us “no one ever really dies
especially if a legacy left behind”
just tryna figure our minds
when st++z died i cried 47 nights

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