paroles de chanson This Is It - 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,
fuck
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
nigga,
talk
too
much
to
myself,
need
a
break
On
July
8th
broke
down
heaven's
gates
Now
watch,
they
high
all
day
Fuck
you
leaving,
fuck
all
evening
Call
me
mister
fuck
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'
bitches
by
their
face
[?]
Catch
a
fake
[?],
with
an
eighth
on
me
Not
phased,
don't
pass
that
shit
homie
Cause
more
[?]
'Bout
to
put
some
in
the
air,
'til
my
nigga
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,
fuck
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
nigga
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,
fuck
it
we
just
meet
again
All
my
niggas
need
a
plan,
cos
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
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
shit
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
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
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
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
ghetto,
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
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