Chuch

[Produced by Erick Arc Elliott] [Verse 1: Juice] Take a bong ripper, I be tuned in Nick at Nite, Jack Tripper, yeah he gone in Dimethyltryptamine, tryna see the vivid screens Never been akin to these lame rappers, they shit is weak And fuck who you pretend to be, I'm tryna be the bigger me Body the industry, fuck all my enemies Got acid in the freezer, acid in the fridge Acid in the bottle, so don't ask me how I live Trippy all day, I ain't never gonna slip There's rules to the game, ho nigga get hip Hip hip, like that shit that I'm spittin And I'm on my shit, bruh Tryna get advances and mansions Whole family like Manson Eating rappers like panson The truth, I'm the answer The proof in the pudding Real niggas saluting, they shooting They said we wasn't gonna do it, drop another one We outta heat, what the fuck you think I do this for? The big three and every day it's like I fuckin' ball Protect your neck and guard your grill, man Wall off the, yeah I'm synced that means my shit is awesome Never cared though so fuck, fuck your opinion Smoke another bowl while I'm laughing at you critics Ain't shit change, just the numbers on the cane Got them 47's, eight .9 Glocks, mac-11's Thirty eight .38's, do you get the message? [Verse 2: Meech] They talking but I don't hear it Fuck in my fear, and fuck the other rappers you comparing This shit hip with fear and any nigga you think can't even come near it These niggas finicky, they think we gimmicky cause at first our shit was a banger And we infiltrated the industry, it's funny cause eventually They understand I'm not a mere man, more like an entity Comes from a different fiber, generate radiant energy Myself in five years, that's the only one ahead of me I'm from the Mecca, New York, New York Named it twice, cause we fucking beasts Zombie gang, walking dead, no man alive Can't fuck with thee, ya'll niggas got some nerve We did in a week what you couldn't do in some years Nigga you ain't learn, I'll make you bite the curb Get it? Learning curb, amazing with these words Already got mine, but nigga I'm taking yours Growing pains, I never felt Shit I been numb since I was young, the chosen one Deborah's only son, 1989 she gave birth to a loaded gun I know I'm blunt, speaking of blunt, I roll it up and smoke it Some say the proof is in books, some say the proof it is hidden I bet Eminem and a reverend will tell you Proof is in heaven Life's a matter of preference, who's to say that hell isn't heaven? Annually, I dwell in thought darker than the other side of the spectrum Damn, Arc, give me a second, a milisecond, fuck it, we're never stressing