[Verse 1: Zombie Juice]
 [bad word] to my world, visions like my mind
On a thin wire, [bad word] but I'm here
Still high like it's no fear, tip toe
Like a ballerina, you can't see me, John Cena
Play my cards with a poker face
Sometimes I feel like the only race
Racing speeding, still hungry like I ain't eating, call it even
spades a spade, some other hoes but I live in the shade
Palm trees front Bob Marley
I'm the dutch master, I'll box you boy like Cassius
Put them in a casket, like the Taker
21-0 on you haters, 21 O's
Step up in the building, something like Elvis
I'm bout to re-up this here better than my last, uh
Mortal thought, living through all of y'all
Treat this [bad word] like my only child, son of God
Calculate my visions what I want is how I'm living
You might win some, but you just lost one
This beat here banging, Erick Arc son
If you double cross you hit the floor Allen I. son

[Hook]
Young dumb [bad word]  life's guns and butter
My grandpop still make that crack rock bubble
Tell Karma I love her been a real good [bad word] 
So she bless us with [bad word]  [bad word] and money
I ride for my dogs, get high with my dogs
Niggas won't snitch, don't abide by the law
Blowing loud on the porch, Machievelli on my thoughts
How many real niggas will be down for the cause?

[Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliot]
Some days are made for reminiscing
 [bad word] dealers with no product or pot to even [bad word] in
Permission by granted god we see a law
Molecules, miniscule and regardless of who you are
You a part of early stardom, I believe we all achieve
In the eyes of martyrs, never a problem
Hearts fall apart so I stitched mine
Quick to choke a [bad word]  I be tryna [bad word] mine
Shorty sweet like clementine
I rap for the niggas that make beats but never get to shine, shine
Hey, Vinyl Blue in Green, Miles Davis CD's
 [bad word] my sixteens before 88 keys
The first time I did [bad word] it was making the beats
MPC bang my head, it even haunts me in sleep
Everybody's a snake, that's why I try to keep the grass cut
See it when [bad word]  then I heat they [bad word] up

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Meechy Darko]
If rap was illegal you [bad word] niggas wouldn't even write a bar
 [bad word]  I'd probably be behind bars
Raising the bar through these bars, I am at the bar
Taking shots of Henny telling the bartender about all of my flaws
I'm in love with hip-hop not from the allure
I am sure, every single dog is a day on the cross
No labels telling me fables, [bad word]  I am my own boss
Stoned off Triple OG, watch me zone off
Supreme entity, public enemy, energy that I'm harvesting
In pursuit of the riches, I want more green than them army men figures
So much shrooms and acid that my thoughts
Are tangled and twisted like gangbanga fingers
Right before they flick on the trigger and dismantle your ligments
Metal fragments will hit you so many holes in a [bad word] 
That when the wind blows, he whistles, bet that I could read your mental
With my finger on temple and learn the deepest
Darkest secrets that your shadow will tell you
Cause you heard that I'm a better beast in stickups of the jay like a memory
And if your eyes ain't bloodshot you need to get some better weed
Screaming "What the bloodclot?" Shotty in a stolen V
Follow the law? I don't even follow the lord, flexing
Like I just shot up a bottle of 'roids, ing
Bad exotic chick on top of ya boy, chip on my shoulder
Only if chips involved, [bad word] #33;

[Outro]
I see you got yourself a little business going. Well, that's good, that's good when you make that paper but when you makin' paper you gotta learn [bad word] too. You gotta learn the difference between guns and butter. There's two types of niggas in this world: they're niggas with guns and niggas with butter. Now what are guns? The guns, that's th