New Phone, Who Dis?

Not a good time unless I smoke mine
 Too many drugs that make you go blind
 Too many thugs that work for more crime
 And my nigga show love, unless we get
 Not a good time unless I smoke mine
 Too many drugs that make you go blind
 Too many thugs that work for more crime
 And my nigga show love, unless we get violent
 Wildin', this is for my niggas that smoke weed
 Live life by the day, count the proceed
 Blow it back, blowin' cash in the OZ
 Miss the phone, got it on, looking closely
 Only independent, we don't need a co-sign
 Jah shit, the bud make arms in no time
 It's the fourth quarter at the baseline
 Kissing your daughter, Mary Jane High
 Just the same guys Juice, Darko, and I remarkable times
 Ultra dead minds
 Zombie-Bape line, no harm it takes time
 Enjoy the palm trees
 We on vacation
 Rang, rang
 Who that calling? The money or the fame?
 Shit ain't the same since we crept in the game
 So I get high and try to maintain
 My celly rang, rang
 Who that calling? The money or the fame?
 Shit ain't the same since we stepped in the game
 So I get high and try to maintain
 Gloves on, murder one, homi'
 They'll be looking for the prince, like King Jaffe
 Smoking Moroccan hashish
 With my slanted eye, zombie mommy
 Hennessy fill my body
 These other rappers copy, oops
 I forgot to mention, wrote this in another dimension
 Zombie gang, be what I'm repping
 Pussy so good I need seconds to step in
 Two Mac 11s with twenty K on the necklace and a Heckler Koch
 Bought this for the hecklers that be neck in cock
 On a mission, clearest vision
 Views from the scope from my Glock
 Only high percentage shots
 Shoot with one eye like Fetty Wap
 With my block, Flatbush Ave, rotten flesh and money knots
 Never trust these hoes, I never did, never will
 I pop a tab and crack a seal, zombie gang, drugs kill
 Never lied, if I did then let me fry - Futurama
 And these Jordans on my feet don't come out 'til next summer
 Pretty grungy like Nirvana
 Dirt Cobain is what she holla
 When I dropped this dick inside her
 Only fuck her if she legal, I don't break the laws like Tyga
 'Less it's moving LSD, lean, and shrooms, and marijuana
 If I ever pay for pussy it was with counterfeit dollars
 Ugly niggas still getting bitches
 I'm like the second Shabba
 Hit the trigger 'til my (fingers blister)
 If I got a problem, paint his top - Dennis Rodman
 I'm superficial and conscious
 I'm a walking contradiction
 I'ma burn in hell probably, but I'ma keep Satan waiting
 I ain't done fornicating with women in every flavour
 Eating pussy with chop sticks
 You know I love my Asians
 You would think, USC who he play with
 Trojan helmet on, put her in the backspace
 And then I hit the escape key in the bank
 With the Jason mask, asking where the safe is
 Catch me motorcycle, black and gold Letterman
 Saint Laurent, leopard print
 I stampede any beat
 Nigga I ain't got no preference
 I'm setting precedents while chasing Presidents
 My mic presence is heaven-sent
 It's like I got an extra sense, no censorship
 I'm in my essence, limitless, no blemishes
 My penmanship, a Erving J, its just, always leads to swish
 I roll and pick, then blow a zip
 You can blow my dick and eat my excrement
 I smoke to death, might lose my ears
 Walking dead, can't feel my tears
 Fake love in disguise
 I repute those that get near
 I let my soul fly like fruits from our peers
 Got some questions, I got some weed, I got some acid
 Needlepoint LSD
 I got a bad bitch, we could settle fees
 And if your eyes open, there's still more to see
 They try to tell me I was wrong
 I'm still looking
 Last night I spent a couple hours up in Central Bookings
 I only had a dub, but I was trapping prostitution
 Weed, coca leaves, percs, and LSD
 Two hundred for the bottle
 Add it up, more for me
 Thinking back, I'm still here it's lovely
 Ripping shows and blowing cheese
 Oh, you love me? Soon we'll see
 Palm trees and double Ds
 They want that old shit?
 Well, fuck y'mean?
 Rang, rang
 Who that calling? The money or the fame
 Shit ain't the same since we crept in the game
 So I get high and try to maintain
 My celly rang, rang
 Shine on these niggas
 Glide on these niggas
 Show these niggas what the business is nigga
 Zombie gang nigga
 Huh? Zombie gang nigga
 Half-dead nigga
 We living life nigga
 Niggas thought we was dead the way we living life so crazy man
 So trill nigga
 Ay, all-time nigga, all-time, uh uh