XYNO

[Background] *slapping* *Meech grunting* [Hook: Erick Arc Elliott] Wake up, thank god for my pay stub Collect my peso Only thing on my mental, making instrumentals 40 oz's by the case loads Got to know I love ganja, smell like Fronto You know I took shorty, tape her legs closed Better move when I say so, never move like a payroll Okay, there it go [Verse 1: Meechy Darko] If money be the dream, my nigga stay lucid If pussy be your hustle mami keep that thing juicy While Vegas was built off the money of losers For paper I shoot marvelous, Stanley Kubrick Benjamin Franklin, my guardian angel If I see Jesus I'm taking his halo So I can pawn it and make a few pesos He who your starve with, your team will be stable Pass me the OE, pass me a tab Pass me a blunt, I won't pass that shit back Pass me a gat and a ski mask I click clack, rat-tat-tat give me that cash Throw Diddy's check book and I'll sign an autograph 47, mac elevens and there no limit (Body) This is World War 3 is you ready? (Doubt it) My wallet gone buzz, never snoozed up [Hook: Erick Arc Elliott] Wake up, thank god for my pay stub Collect my peso Only thing on my mental, making instrumentals 40 oz's by the case loads Got to know I love ganja, smell like Fronto You know I took shorty, tape her legs closed Better move when I say so, never move like a payroll Okay, there it go [Verse 2: Erick Ark Eliott] This alarm got me turned up plenty Want to be the shit but the world won't love me Hit my jack, then 20 minutes imma' hit you back Count a stack, money made everyday Niggas paying ransom notes But only real niggas taking chances, yo No longer 16's, I'm free I freestyle to appease the peace And you can freestyle but you need some beats My performance hella rich and rewarding And I can't compete when niggas is not all in Good lord, boy gotta get a new crew Looking real confused dog, I don't want to lose you No woman want a nigga with no money I'm all in her while she layin' on her tummy Now I'm gon bust, now I'm gon bust My vision is distant is music my drug? [Hook: Erick Arc Elliott] Wake up, thank god for my pay stub Collect my peso Only thing on my mental, making instrumentals 40 oz's by the case loads Got to know I love ganja, smell like Fronto You know I took shorty, tape her legs closed Better move when I say so, never move like a payroll Okay, there it go [Verse 3: AK] Know what you in for Young gods in your temple Pull up with the squad, what's the word ho Plotting on the burb with the Fibonacci curves though I'm Stefan, you Urkel A snake to a gerbil, woah (LAWD) Presently the Pres Don't make a nigga get a urge or be the day you be dessert Puffin on some herbs now I'm one with the earth Top Gun Tom Cruise watch a nigga go berserk, uh Build the proper spliff, heighten consciousness, don't be counterfeit Use your mind a bit, word of the wise but i still will profit chips Surf on this tide we the truth (we got you kid) Stone Gemini tight flows like a tie Light strokes on your wife still a nigga make her cry Golden inside we were chose so lets ride Keep your smoke blowing high Rep the coast til I die I [Hook: Erick Arc Elliott] Wake up, thank god for my pay stub Collect my peso Only thing on my mental, making instrumentals 40 oz's by the case loads Got to know I love ganja, smell like Fronto You know I took shorty, tape her legs closed Better move when I say so, never move like a payroll Okay, there it go [Verse 4: ZOMBiE Juice] I ain't gon lie, these niggas move funny, Zombie motherfucker fill the hunger in my belly, I ain't on my celly 'less im talkin' bout some money Nigga acting kind of funny leave him missing like Sunday Brake boy, smoking shot for my day boy, A1, smoke is strong than I blaze son Murderous shit like the summer of Sam, cha-ka-cha chop leaking blood on your mans Life after death, what were we sayin Me ‘gainst the world with a blunt in my hand This lethal injection this music we reppin Straight out the junc. I always stay humble Ready to rumble my demons assemble License to ill, license to steal, license to hit any nigga that squeal Ready for war like we I-Israel [Hook: Erick Arc Elliott] Wake up, thank god for my pay stub Collect my peso Only thing on my mental, making instrumentals 40 oz's by the case loads Got to know I love ganja, smell like Fronto You know I took shorty, tape her legs closed Better move when I say so, never move like a payroll Okay, there it go [Verse 5: Issa Gold] Raise up out the ashes, phoenix young master Who spread like cancer, through the matches who gon' pass us Read the patterns and I handle what I have to Nigga blessed, no stress, stay for my crew Overseas touring all the youth they support us Keep my fans focused raise they mind til they soaring Can't hang with the gods or a gleaming out lord Keep a clean heart til my energy beam strong And I'm winning when i see niggas living through they heart And i'm reassuring kids and showing them where they start They can play their part light illuminate the dark Make 'em see far like there sitting on the North Star Hot Spitter, rise to the top with it Beast Coast hitter, blessed by god's fingers Talkin' 'bout, I dunno when I will stop, nigga Me and weed go together like Biggie and Pacs killings