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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Zombie Juice
Zombie Juice
Performer
Rae Khalil
Rae Khalil
Lead Vocals
Antonio Lewis
Antonio Lewis
Rap
Erick Elliot
Erick Elliot
Sampler
Devin Copeland
Devin Copeland
Rap
Kenya Rae Johnson
Kenya Rae Johnson
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rae Khalil
Rae Khalil
Songwriter
Antonio Lewis
Antonio Lewis
Songwriter
Erick Elliot
Erick Elliot
Songwriter
Devin Copeland
Devin Copeland
Songwriter
Masaki Matsubara
Masaki Matsubara
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Erick the Architect
Erick the Architect
Producer
Tyler Dopps
Tyler Dopps
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Big smoke, terps
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Brooklyn)
DZA what up? What they say?
Right
This shit loud, flava in ya ear
How high? Too high
Meet me in the air
Sold out with Red and Meth, ten thousand in the stands
Hol' up
I used to dream of days like this on the 2-train
Packs in my knapsack smellin' up the whole thang
Please ash it before you pass it, boo thang
Higher than the balcony
Baby, I need the whole thang
Penthouse suite, floor to ceilin' windows
Big ole' freak, she only fuck with winners
I need me a percent of everything y'all stealin'
She say it's an event when I hit that kitty
Might hot box the whip like B-Real was in it
I had a dream feelin' lucid, every word I meant it
We put the hood name on our back
I'm used to heavy liftin'
The pressure turned that shit to diamonds
Now, it's finer livin'
They tryin' to figure how I did it, how I done ascended
How a **** really livin' like he say he did it
How I paint these bitches like I'm Kara Walker vivid
Not too specific on them phones, 'cause you know they listenin'
And watch them **** that's close by you 'cause you know they're switchin'
This biscotti hittin', long nose Scottie Pippin, bow
Designer drippin', this a Erick Arc production
The art is sufferin', gotta put your heart or nothing
Zip it up, ooh
I don't need no **** smokin' my trees, yeah, yeah, yeah
I was up 'fore I lit my spliff, oh yeah
I know there's more for me, but I'm thankful for this, yeah, yeah, yeah
Took hard work and sacrifice
I still practice twice before I catch a flight
To stay on point, from a joint to a fat sweet
Stretch my money like athletes at a track meet
Pack heat in the back streets, that's me
Nah, rapper-slash-actor, please someone cast me
Dedicate myself, I medicate myself
Stay away from hard drugs, I'll never hate myself
Make my wealth, just like any man does
That's when I can 'cause I don't have all the answers, yet
But I bet if I was a gambler, the baby will get the new pair of shoes and the Pampers
Like Freddie Sanford, I'ma keep collectin'
Park the old red truck and make a new selection, huh
'Cause with me, there's no second guessin'
If it ain't progression, then it's out the question
Yeah, yeah
We breathe out
I don't keep no counterfeit around me, uh
I was nice 'fore I ever dropped bars, yeah
I'm giving my life, and I'm thankful for it, yeah
Written by: Antonio Lewis, Devin Copeland, Erick Elliot, Masaki Matsubara, Rae Khalil
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