ฟังเพลงThis Is It (Explicit)

This Is It (就是这样) - Flatbush Zombies

All you fools just sound the same

Ain't no credit to your name

Ain't no credit line open that's discrediting the fame

Form your business in the name something unique like a slain

Make a difference make a change

But ain't no puppets on a string

Don't be chilling on the couch remember this is for the clout

Remember this is for the poor niggas that'll represent you when you're out

Forget you when you need your friends f**k it we just meet again

All my niggas need a plan cos all my niggas need to win

Always was a winner even when I wasn't 'posed to

The money getting bigger as if it wasn't supposed to

Just a lonely ni**a talk too much to myself need a break

On July 8 th broke down heaven's gates

Now watch they high all day

F**k you leaving f**k all evening

Call me mister f**k all day

Trap all day and night

Don't need a house

Spam my conscious tryna' walk on water

Feel the earth

You hatin' I'll be somewhere slayin' b**ches by their face

Catch a fake with an eighth on me

Not phased don't pass that sh*t homie

Cause more

Bout to put some in the air til my ni**a goes off

Cos you got some shrooms I got a room

You and me til we reach the moon

Never wore a disguise love the skin I'm in

You trade your soul for fame we ain't built the same

All you fools just sound the same

Ain't no credit to your name

Ain't no credit line open that's discrediting the fame

Form your business in the name something unique like a slain

Make a difference make a change

But ain't no puppets on a string

Don't be chilling on the couch remember this is for the clout

Remember this is for the poor niggas that'll represent you when you're out

Forget you when you need your friends f**k it we just meet again

All my niggas need a plan cos all my niggas need to win

All I ever wanted was to be a one to one

Now I'm one in three

Compulsively a ni**a gotta run up or get none

Know I feel your pain a different day when you're done

Put you down afraid to look around instead I for my dogs

Now my city give me 150 for my skis 150 for

Three niggas we gotta eat

Shouts to fans that's overseas

Independent grind at least we did form a company

We a bond that never breaks never giving up the cake

Not a fan of pointing fingers at men

It's dependent on who can pay for academics

Homie your chemists are missing the

You back into handling business no kidding

My head's at the clinic I need a prescription

My vision is clearer through smoking them mirrors

I can't be compared to those niggas you hearing

So don't be offended when niggas don't feel you

All you fools just sound the same

Ain't no credit to your name

Ain't no credit line open that's discrediting the fame

Form your business in the name something unique like a slain

Make a difference make a change

But ain't no puppets on a string

Don't be chilling on the couch remember this is for the clout

Remember this is for the poor niggas that'll represent you when you're out

Forget you when you need your friends f**k it we just meet again

All my niggas need a plan cos all my niggas need to win

Feeling brave ni**a run up

Buck shots here muscle

And I don't need joey to pump it

Pitbull no muzzle

Badman I'm thuggin'

Dunno gun smoke

Can't tell me nothin' there's no need for discussion

I'm the sinner and saint I'm the box logo bully

Used to buy bathing ape now they send this sh*t to me

I paved the way for niggas that're scared to say what they ain't wanna say

Now watch a demon demonstrate annihilate love haters all the same

Will I die from my homicide or will I die from taking too much drugs

Lord knows I'm just here to die on an acid high and I'm double cupped

Cold line 100 blunts

Seen a few b**ches I'd love to f**k

2 pac in 96 and troublesome

27 club here I come

Comma c c c c comma comma comma a whole lot of decimals

I just s see my account and c c c c c c c count

All my blessing up

Bloodstream full of chemical crip blood twist your fingers up

Better than some of them bet they gon' say it's beginners luck

I would die for my niggas but would they do the same

And then somebody get em and I'm losing my balance and

I would ride for my niggas just show me the lane

My grandaddy's still in the kitchen w w whooping the caine

My celly' keep ringing

I cannot find enough courage to answer

The backwoods is hitting

Hope that that sh*t is not giving me cancer

Trip on acid while I'm rapping sippin' muddy counting money

I think she took too many xannies she fell asleep while she was sucking

Made it out the ghetto shout out to my mother

Kudos to my papa he ain't wear the rubber

This is it I do this sh*t here for my brothers

This is it I do this sh*t here for my brothers