G Tearz

[Verse 1: Zombie Juice]

It's 12: 47, I'm stoned I condone

Almost remembered, Been Here Before

Erick Arc on the beat just to let you niggas know

Ain't nothing to a G, pussy come, pussy go

Take a hit I know you with it, take a sniff I bet you with it

More money, more probs, more grams and more hoes

From my mind, creep with me

Third eye frequency like Jesus be

I'm tryna free the slaves, young minds, bad brains

No shame, no history, no name

I want mine, no rights I'm not blind

Five letters, "FUCK U", a vendetta

If she don't suck dick, useless not with her

I'm saying we the hope, I'm saying we the dopest

Every new trend these artists jump like ropes

I tie around your neck nigga, choke nigga choke

[Hook: Meechy Darko]

Is you gon' cry or die, run and hide

Or look the reaper in his eyes and fight for your life

I consider mine self-righteous suicide

Baby wipe those tears, please dry your eyes

And I ain't need this shit but it's pleasant

And why ever would you want to live forever?

Better off dead, just thought I would mention

[Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliot]

If labels are in a panic, rap should be reprimanded

I rap like I'm on a canvas, keep treading, keep hearing

Call Betty up, side chick or tele-slut

Spark the sinsemilla, I dig the stench like a sixth sense

Laid shorty light marble floor, connoisseurs

Call it karma killing or we call it war, my conscious be that sensible

Instrumentals but breaking them all for those

Who can't grasp, another body leaving his soul

So God bless the dead, Juice made them die and

Meech got the dreads, one before my bread

So you say who is he, Belligerent, move away

Got many maneuvers I break you in two, today nigga

Really are you inferior to my mirror, you slipping

Aware that I'm tripping, don't even give me reason to listen to rap

I rap talent with my pants sagging

Middle finger to the law, excuse my bad habit

[Hook]

[Outro: Zombie Juice]

– Yeah, uhm, so one time it was early in the morning and I said, why don't I just roll a blunt? And yeah, I definitely rolled that blunt. It was really tasty I'd say, you know? Sour diesel. Um, I got really high and I wanted to smoke another one. So I said, hey, bro, are you tryna smoke weed? Cause I got a spliff "Yeah, son, tryna smoke this weed. Uhm, I got 5 on it" Five? Nigga, five dollars? That can't even get you a burger cause, with cheese! "Yeah, I know something, but uhh, I'm tryna get high too." Yeah, man you can go smoke regs over there with Craig and them cause I be smoking that good weed mothafucka. Get higher fucking money bitch, like 20 dollars or something. What you gonna do with that? "Aight man, I'm gonna go over there and try to buy like 10 dollars, you know what I'm saying? Could throw us down, you know what I'm saying? We should smoke" Uhh, okay, sure. I'll see you in hell.

– Or when Erick figures out the levels of this thing so I can stop talking, but um...

– You and your friends are dead