Zombies

Henny all up in my bentley
Sell my soul, I’m making pennies
Fuck a white girl, name was Jenny
Lost my marbles one too many
Smoke a port
In the fort
Catch me mobbing in New York
I be dressed in all these numbers like my ass was playing sports
And I’m focused
You know I know this
I’m never slowing
Said «No», I just wanna flow
Catch me on the road
And I’m hot
Cookin' with a stove
You already know
Bring it back
Got your girl and she jumpin' off the boat (yuh)
(Verse 2 — Rocco Sterling)
Feelin' brazy, I’m crazy
She on top 'cause I’m lazy
Gettin' wasted and faded
Fuckin' around
Runnin' up clout
It’s me and my crew
Making the sound
Doin' the most
Moving the product
Fresh off the boat
Yeah, we cut throat
Aim it at your nose
Yeah, I took your shit
Yeah, I took your hoe
Too much weight
Comin' at me, its your face
That I spit in
You bitches don’t mean shit
Because I’m lyrically gifted
Half this shit ain’t even fuckin' written
(Verse 3 — Micah Baron)
Ay
The clock says that I be late
But I go at my own pace
I was a runner up, practically a local disgrace
And that shit dramatized cause I don’t even follow my fate
Unless that shit is handed to me
Silver spoon and dinner plate
I’m pan-handling the streets
A man gotta eat
I won’t even front, I’m sick and tired of being discreet
I put some diamonds on my mind and calculate my self worth
That shit was nothing 'til I took it right off, and gave birth
To a whole imagination
Flying like a spaceship
Feeling like an alien
And the world is so sedated
I hate it
All of the fake shit, won’t make shit
Until I make it, but waitin'
I’m meditated, and now I’m feelin' so painless
Ay
The heat stops when the beat drops
Cause I’ve been working all night
If you’re coming man, please knock
In my room wearing Polo and Reebok
5 years ago I’d get teased by kids and they knee socks
Ay, they ain’t messing with you 'til you make it
As soon as you make money, yeah it’s funny all the fake shit
And that’s just where I be at
I’m working hard today but hey, where y’all at?
I was sleeping at the homie’s crib
Half a step from homeless
Worry 'bout some lame complaining 'bout some fucking phony shit
Complaining bout some mother fucking phony shit
Ay
All my ribs is fucking boneless
(Ooo, Ooo, Ooo, gang shit)