This Is It Lyrics - Flatbush Zombies

All you fools just sound the same 

Ain't no credit to your name 

Ain't no credit line open, that's discrediting the fame 

Form your business in the name, something unique like a slain 

Make a difference, make a change 

But ain't no puppets on a string 

Don't be chilling on the couch, remember this is for the clout 

Remember this is for the poor niggas that'll represent you when you're out 

Forget you when you need your friends, fuck it we just meet again 

All my niggas need a plan, cos all my niggas need to win 

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Always was a winner even when I wasn't 'posed to 

The money getting bigger as if it wasn't supposed to 

Just a lonely nigga, talk too much to myself, need a break 

On July 8th broke down heaven's gates 

Now watch, they high all day 

Fuck you leaving, fuck all evening 

Call me mister fuck all day 

Trap all day and night 

Don't need a house [?] 

Spam my conscious, tryna' walk on water 

Feel the earth [?] 

You hatin', I'll be somewhere slayin' bitches by their face [?] 

Catch a fake [?], with an eighth on me 

Not phased, don't pass that shit homie 

Cause more [?] 

'Bout to put some in the air, 'til my nigga goes off 

Cos you got some shrooms, I got a room 

You and me 'til we reach the moon 

Never wore a disguise, love the skin I'm in 

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You trade your soul for fame, we ain't built the same 

All you fools just sound the same 

Ain't no credit to your name 

Ain't no credit line open, that's discrediting the fame 

Form your business in the name, something unique like a slain 

Make a difference, make a change 

But ain't no puppets on a string 

Don't be chilling on the couch, remember this is for the clout 

Remember this is for the poor niggas that'll represent you when you're out 

Forget you when you need your friends, fuck it we just meet again 

All my niggas need a plan, cos all my niggas need to win 

All I ever wanted was to be a one to one 

Now I'm one in three 

Compulsively a nigga gotta run up or get none 

Know I feel your pain, a different day [?] when you're done 

[?] put you down, afraid to look around, instead I [?] for my dogs 

Now my city give me 150 for my skis, 150 for [?] 

Three niggas, we gotta eat 

Shouts to fans that's overseas 

Independent grind, at least we did form a company 

We a bond that never breaks, never giving up the cake 

Not a fan of pointing fingers at men 

It's dependent on who can pay for academics 

Homie your chemists are missing the [?] 

You back into handling business, no kidding 

My head's at the clinic, I need a prescription 

My vision is clearer through smoking them mirrors 

I can't be compared to those niggas you hearing 

So don't be offended when niggas don't feel you 

All you fools just sound the same 

Ain't no credit to your name 

Ain't no credit line open, that's discrediting the fame 

Form your business in the name, something unique like a slain 

Make a difference, make a change 

But ain't no puppets on a string 

Don't be chilling on the couch, remember this is for the clout 

Remember this is for the poor niggas that'll represent you when you're out 

Forget you when you need your friends, fuck it we just meet again 

All my niggas need a plan, cos all my niggas need to win 

Feeling brave? Nigga run up 

Buck shots, Here muscle 

And I don't need Joey to pump it 

Pitbull, no muzzle 

Badman, I'm thuggin' 

Dunno, gun smoke 

Can't tell me nothin', there's no need for discussion 

I'm the sinner and saint, I'm the box logo bully 

Used to buy Bathing Ape, now they send this shit to me 

I paved the way for niggas that're scared to say what they ain't wanna say 

Now watch a demon demonstrate, annihilate, love haters all the same[?] 

Will I die from my homicide or will I die from taking too much drugs? 

Lord knows I'm just here to die on an acid high and I'm double cupped 

Cold line, 100 blunts 

Seen a few bitches I'd love to fuck 

2Pac in 96 and troublesome 

27 club, here I come 

Comma, c-c-c-c comma, comma, comma, a whole lot of decimals 

I just s-see my account and c-c-c-c-c-c-c count all my blessing up 

Bloodstream full of chemical, crip, blood, twist your fingers up 

Better than some of them Bet they gon' say it's beginners luck 

I would die for my niggas, but would they do the same? 

And then somebody get em and I'm losing my balance and I would ride for my niggas, just show me the lane 

My grandaddy's still in the kitchen, w-w-whooping the 'caine 

My celly' keep ringing 

I cannot find enough courage to answer 

The backwoods is hitting 

Hope that that shit is not giving me cancer 

Trip on acid while I'm rapping [?], [?]Sippin' muddy, counting money 

I think she took too many xannies, she fell asleep while she was sucking 

Made it out the ghetto, shout out to my mother 

Kudos to my papa, he ain't wear the rubber 

This is it, I do this shit here for my brothers