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Erick Arc Elliot, Zombie Juice, Meechy Darko

FBZ warrior

Regular and Complex

Cause you heard that I'm a better beast and stay closer to jay like a memory
And if your eyes ain't bloodshot, you need to get some better weed
Screaming, what the bloodclot? Shotty in a stolen V
Follow the law? I don't even follow the lord, flexing
Like I just shot up a bottle of 'roids, sexing
Bad exotic chick on top of your boy, chip on my shoulder
Only if chips involved, ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
- the god
Play my cards with a poker face
Sometimes I feel like the only race
Racing, speeding, still hungry like I ain't eating, call it even
A spade a spade, some other hoes, but I live in the shade
Palm trees, fronto, Bob Marley
I'm the dutch master, I'll box you, boy—like Cassius
Put 'em in a casket, like the Taker
21-and-0 on you haters, 21 Os
Step up in the building, something like Elvis
I'm 'bout to re-up, this here better than my last, uh
Mortal thought, living through all of y'all
Treat this ♥♥♥♥ like my only child, son of God
Calculate my visions, what I want is how I'm living
You might win some, but you just lost one
This beat here banging, Erick Arc, son
If you double cross, you hit the floor, Allen I-son
-the king
Some days are made for reminiscing
Drug dealers with no product or pot to even piss in
Permission by granted God we see Allah
Molecules, minuscule, and regardless of who you are
You a part of early stardom, I believe we all achieve
In the eyes of martyrs, never a problem
Hearts fall apart so I stitched mine
Quick to choke a ♥♥♥♥♥, I be tryna ♥♥♥♥♥ mine
Shorty sweet like clementine
I rap for the ♥♥♥♥♥♥ that make beats but never get to shine, shine
Hey, Vinyl Blue in Green, Miles Davis CDs
I compose my sixteens before eighty-eight keys
The first time I did drugs it was making the beats
MPC bang my head, it even haunts me in sleep
Everybody's a snake, that's why I try to keep the grass cut
See it when they coming, then I heat they ass up
-himself Erick Arc Elliot.
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