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A Spike Lee Joint (feat. Anthony Flammia)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Anthony Flammia
Anthony Flammia
Vocals
Erick the Architect
Erick the Architect
Vocals
Zombie Juice
Zombie Juice
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antonio Lewis
Antonio Lewis
Songwriter
Erick Elliott
Erick Elliott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Erick the Architect
Erick the Architect
Producer
Joel Gutman
Joel Gutman
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Unsigned and independent
Look, tell my moms I did it
When you risk your life, constant struggle to survive
Say, yeah, oh, whoa
Unsigned and independent
I move a mile a minute
When you risk your life, constant struggle to survive
Say, yeah, oh, whoa
[Verse 2]
Dirty money, clean money, **** see the difference
Tell the bartender, leave some liquor for my ****
Streets full of wolves, so my appetite grew
I was hungry for this rap shit way back in high school
Motivated, knocked somebody off the break the rule
Coordinated mind frame slaughtering your view
Smoking on this green trees, I don't get the blues
If I see a **** lurk, then I gotta chuck a deuce
I was clocking outta work
'Round the same time I was writing out of thirst
Working three jobs, I ain't wanna buy the perc'
Friends'll leave ya cold turk'
It was A.D.H.D., smoking weed before church
Now I'm back for 'em, tap dance on the platform
With the mask on, hit the squad for the bat phone
Fronted, want it now, I gotta last long
Dawg, I'll just get a bigger John if he act raw
[Verse 3]
Unsigned and independent
Look, tell my moms I did it
When you risk your life, constant struggle to survive
Say, yeah, oh, whoa
Unsigned and independent
I move a mile a minute
When you risk your life, constant struggle to survive
Say, yeah, oh, whoa
[Verse 4]
Dirty money, clean money, can you see the difference?
Got a phone call from my baby mama tripping
Views like, fuck life, what it's worth?
Used to smoke mad weed before my girlfriend went to church
Had no I.D., hip hop before I started bumping Eazy-E
When ringtones was the the hot shit
And B.I.G. on my conscience when I spit
N.Y.P.D. on my dick since I've been
Fornicating investigations
Don't got no patience off this bread I'm making
Used to fuck mad bitches when my grandma's on vacation
Call a bitch over, then she dipped for the weekend
Couple safes in my brib, two phones in the rocket
Crip sets on the ave like a L.A. Dodger
Juice man, piff man with the grams, man
Me and fam, I'm spitting bars like a jail cell
[Verse 5]
Unsigned and independent
Look, tell my moms I did it
When you risk your life, constant struggle to survive
Say, yeah, oh, whoa
Written by: Flatbush Zombies
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