Trade-off Lyrics - 3001: A Laced Odyssey - Flatbush Zombies

It's that work hard, play hard 

Make you quit that day job 

I smoked so much this year we couldn't even take a day off 

I plan to take a trip 

Want the money how it's spent 

I just re-up 

Plus I just payed my phone and the rent 

Hey, it's lit 

Call my partners up, we going up, you slowing up 

I never judge, we do indulge 

In truth I never touch this stuff 

One puff of that fluffy stuff, shit hit me like a sucker punch 

Side effects include mass paranoia plus the cotton mouth 

Down another bottle with my niggas 

Before this was a movie we pictured us living bitter 

And I forgive 'em, whatever, whatever 

Telling me different 

Nothing is given without sacrifices 

Something is close to niggas to chill with 

Pray for the children 

The government spiking penicillin 

And lord willin' 

We all live to be 20 million 

Outcome infinite dawg, where is the ceiling? 

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Cause five years ago we came to be without disappearing 

It's that work hard, play hard 

Make you quit that day job 

I smoke so much this year we couldn't even take a day off 

I plan to take a trip 

Want the money how it's spent 

I just re-up 

Plus, I just payed my phone and the rent 

It's that work hard, play hard 

I just got a blow job 

Smoke so much this year we couldn't even take a day off 

Twenty something years, I never had a fucking day job 

Never ask for truth, it's what expected, it's a trade-off 

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Real nigga shit, getting money bound to flip 

Now turned on like I'm the shit 

Bitch I told you how it gets 

It's that mix, ain't rap long 

Rap, puffing an hour 

I'm in a all black top, strapped like [?] 

So I can go top speed 

While the blink is on 

Screaming "Fuck the world" 

Lion king is gone 

Who am I? Who am I? 

Handsome guy, my [?] niggas with a patch in my eye 

Please, turn up the headphones I speak the value 

I pray for freaks, [?] outcome 

Choke, choke and choke 

We just need your vocal 

So this is the future, ain't what your used 

Four years ago I was poorer than you are 

Trapped in the lobby in the back of a U-haul 

It's that work hard, play hard 

I just got a blow job 

Smoke so much this year we couldn't even take a day off 

Twenty something years, I never had a fucking day job 

Never ask for truth, it's what expected, it's a trade-off 

It's that work hard, play hard 

Make you quit that day job 

I smoke so much this year we couldn't even take a day off 

I plan to take a trip 

Want the money how it's spent 

I just re-up 

Plus, I just payed my phone and the rent 

This that work hard, play hard 

Rest in peace to Trayvon 

Did so much different drugs this year I'm feeling so amazing 

LSD them potent doses smoking 'til I take off 

Two freaks, one Meech, that's an even trade-off 

Rosemary's baby the hand I rock my cradle to the grave 

I had six exorcisms this year alone and I feel the same 

I'm high and sleep deprived, having nightmares while I'm still awake 

40 ounce, sipper, until my liver give away 

I think I lost my mind and, I'm willing to trade my soul if you can find it 

An even exchange I'm young and deranged 

All these drugs in my body 

Rawer than the kilo under my granddaddy pillow 

Kill a cop, la-la-laugh, reload, ha-ha-ha 

Drop plastics, we now laugh at you niggas 

I average 50, I don't feel the need to pass to you niggas 

Roll up the sticky, young irrational nigga 

Don't throw stones, unless your crib is shatter proof nigga 

A headshot, now let's see if you splatter-proof nigga 

It's that work hard, play hard 

Make you quit that day job 

I smoke so much this year we couldn't even take a day off 

I plan to take a trip 

Want the money how it's spent 

I just re-up 

Plus, I just payed my phone and the rent 

It's that work hard, play hard 

I just got a blowjob 

Smoke so much this year we couldn't even take a day off 

Twenty something years, I never had a fucking day job 

Never ask for truth, it's what expected, it's a trade-off 

This that work hard, play hard 

Rest in peace to Trayvon 

There is so much different drugs this year 

I'm feeling so amazing 

LSD, them potent doses 

Smoking 'til I take off 

Two freaks, one Meech, that's an even trade-off