U&I
(专辑: Vacation In Hell - 2018)
[DIA:] Don't be anxious or impatient Cause I, I
wanna hold you close and never let go [Zombie Juice:] Yeah, she said, "Baby, don't go" But you and I
got to be for you and I
This that do or die, "Po Pimp" shit, recording in the
'Stuy And I
get so high that I
forgot 'bout last night, right Yeah, she said, "Baby, don't go" But you and I
got to be for you and I
This that do or die, "Po Pimp" shit, recording in the
'Stuy And I
get so high that I
forgot 'bout last night, right [Erick Arc Elliott & (Zombie Juice):] In a
world (in a
world) full of thieves (full of thieves) We see diamonds (we see diamonds) we see keys (we see keys) If the
issue (if the
issue) talk to me (talk to me) If I
miss you (If I
miss you) it's cause you're deep (it's cause you're deep) In a
world (in a
world) full of thieves (full of thieves) We see diamonds (we see diamonds) we see keys (we see keys) If the
issue (if the
issue) talk to me (talk to me) If I
miss you (If I
miss you) it's cause you're deep (it's cause you're deep) [Erick Arc Elliott:] Ooh, I
say we struggle, it's hard living, streets have been unforgiving Smoke weed, hold deep conversations with winners 'Cause these my brothers, love 'em to death Written in stone, so when I'm gone, they 'ugging our breath Don't frequent Hell, Gorillaz pin on lapel There's six grams in the
blunt, on a
mission to find myself Growing and breaking ties, crying and saving lives Couldn't be discontent, temptation arrives [Zombie Juice:] Yeah, I'm patiently waiting But I
don't really give a
fuck if we ain't in your rotation I
put the
heart up on this bitch and can't nobody take it Brooklyn niggas, we take it, Flatbush baby, gon' make it Check it, but these my brothers, love 'em to death Written in stone, until I'm gone, we puffing the
death No concern, nah, compare us, how? Cool milli off the
merch, SoundScan's shutting down now [Erick Arc Elliott:] I
put the
bread down on something I
wanted for years If my brother need some money, man I
prol'ly sell that shit, hey Break it into pieces, ooh, wow; there it is Brothers make real beats, bomb lyricist Brothers look the
other way, nothing come to trouble mate This is why I
love you dog, I'm smoking at your mama's crib My brother not a
local, my brother travel continents No need to find a
hotel, my brothers got the
couch and shit [Meechy Darko (sample):] Debra's only son, he was conceived in King's County That was '89, by '92 he was already rowdy Misunderstood since he crawled out the
womb, the
only child And his momma working three jobs, one was dealing with drama 'Cause I
was wilding, he used to rarely see his father They seperated, couldn't keep his dick in his pajamas Because he was out there hustling, trying to be a
provider Trying to turn a
pretty penny into a
million dollars They tell you 'bout my family, that bipolar disorder And due to karma, my first younging gon' be a
daughter When I
was 5, I
told my mom I
wanted to die Then we cry, the
crazy shit, man, it wasn't a
lie Man, this life, is filled with stress So much oppressed, call New York City "9" I
sit alone and reflect, took me 28 years to realize that I'm blessed Aunt Pam died from cancer; I
quit them cigarettes Weight of world on my shoulder—I just finished my reps All addicted to drugs, we all addicted to sex Feeling so self-destructive, like I'm clinging to death Took my five-digit check and copped some bigger baguettes Took a
look at my ring, finger charm on my neck Still in touch with myself, that flashy shit won't prevail I
really shopping for happiness, but that shit ain't for sale But if you don't show 'em then they won't think you do it well I
heard that blood's thicker than them Atlanta strippers But these my brothers, ain't got real brothers to know the
difference And, Erick, if I
could, I'd give your mama my kidney 'Cause she my momma, too, I
promise you I
ride for my niggas, die for my niggas Load .4-5 (Rah-rah!) pull homicide for my niggas Word up, 'cause you my brothers, love 'em to death Written in stone, I
take my heart and rip it out my chest To prove to you that it's Zombie Gang, rotten flesh That's to the
death, nigga—no more, nothing less True, indeed, Juice, if you ever off or bleed I'm taking care of your seeds, even if that means millions in fees for custody She wilding out on court, I'm like, "Give that bitch what she needs." ("Order in the
court!") Judge, please ("Order!") I
guess I
still got alot to maturing to do I
know we still got a
whole lot of world touring to do The
game is supposed to be locked in, I
leak through Like a
real bad pussy pad, watch me seep through Eww, it's Darky, baby; a
whole different hue My grand-daddy got 8
balls; come and get a
cue I
come from the
struggle, motherfucker, get a
clue Headshot, red dot, now make a
move [Erick Arc Elliott & (Zombie Juice):] In a
world (in a
world) full of thieves (full of thieves) We see diamonds (we see diamonds) we see keys (we see keys) If the
issue (if the
issue) talk to me (talk to me) If I
miss you (If I
miss you) it's cause you're deep (it's cause you're deep) In a
world (in a
world) full of thieves (full of thieves) We see diamonds (we see diamonds) we see keys (we see keys) If the
issue (if the
issue) talk to me (talk to me) If I
miss you (If I
miss you) it's cause you're deep (it's cause you're deep)