This Is It

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, fuck it we just meet again All my niggas need a plan, 'cause 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 nigga, talk too much to myself, need a break On July 8th broke down heaven's gates Now watch, they high all day f******u leaving, fuck all evening Call me mister fuck all day Trap all day and night Don't need a house much less you 'bout some change Expand my conscious, tryna' walk on water Feel the earth on me You hatin', I'll be somewhere slayin' bitches by their face on me Catch a fade, Kobe, with an eighth on me Not phased, don't pass that shit homie Cough, smoke, cough, got my shit sealed off 'Bout to put some in the air, 'til a nigga doze off 'Cause 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, fuck it we just meet again All my niggas need a plan, 'cause 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 nigga gotta run up or get none Know I feel your pain, a different day, a pay is always altered when you're done Hater put you down, afraid to look around, instead I pen it for my dogs Now my city give me 150 for my steez, 150 for my beats 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 appendages You back into handling business, no kidding My head's at the clinic, I need a prescription My vision is clearer through smoke and 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, fuck it we just meet again All my niggas need a plan, 'cause all my niggas need to win Feeling brave? Nigga run up Buck shots, here muscle And I don't need Joey to pump it Pitbull, no muzzle Badmon, 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 shit to me I paved the way for niggas that're scared to say what they 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 deserve to die on an acid high and I'm double cupped Cold line, hundred blunts Seen a few bitches I'd love to fuck 2Pac 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 veterans Bet they gon' say it's beginners luck I would die for my niggas, but would they do the same? Hennessey by the gallon, I'm losing my balance and manage the pain 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 shit 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 gutter, shout out to my mother Kudos to my papa, he ain't wear the rubber This is it, I do this shit here for my brothers This is it, I do this shit here for my brothers --- This Is It - Flatbush Zombies