Erick Arc Elliott - Regular and Complex (GNB) lyrics

[Verse 1: Zombie Juice] Welcome to my world, visions like my mind On a thin wire, struggle but I'm here Still high like it's no fear, tip toe Like a ballerina, you can't see me, John Cena Play my cards with a poker face Sometimes I feel like the only race Racing, speeding, still hungry like I ain't eating, call it even A spade a spade, some other hoes, but I live in the shade Palm trees, fronto, Bob Marley I'm the dutch master, I'll box you boy like Ca**ius Put 'em in a casket, like the Taker 21-and-0 on you haters, 21 Os Step up in the building, something like Elvis I'm 'bout to re-up this here better than my last, uh Mortal thought, living through all of y'all Treat this sh** like my only child, son of God Calculate my visions, what I want is how I'm living You might win some, but you just lost one This beat here banging, Erick Arc, son If you double cross, you hit the floor, Allen I-son [Hook: Meechy Darko and Erick Arc Elliot] Young, dumb motherf**er, life's guns and bu*ter My grandpop still make that crack rock bubble Tell karma I love her, been a real good motherf**er So she bless us with p**y, d**, and money I ride for my dogs, high with my dogs n***as won't snitch, don't abide by the law Blowing loud on the porch, Machiavelli on my thoughts How many real n***as will be down for the cause? [Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliot] Some days are made for reminiscing Drug dealers with no product or pot to even piss in Permission by granted God we see allah Molecules, minuscule, and regardless of who you are You a part of early stardom, I believe we all achieve In the eyes of martyrs, never a problem Hearts fall apart so I stitched mine Quick to choke a n***a, I be tryna b**h mine Shorty sweet like clementine I rap for the n***as that make beats but never get to shine, shine Hey, Vinyl Blue in Green, Miles Davis CDs I compose my sixteens before eighty-eight keys The first time I did d** it was making the beats MPC bang my head, it even haunts me in sleep Everybody's a snake, that's why I try to keep the gra** cut See it when they coming, then I heat they a** up [Hook] [Verse 3: Meechy Darko] If rap was illegal, you b**h n***as wouldn't even write a bar sh**, I'd probably be behind bars Raising the bar through these bars, I am at the bar Taking shots of Henny, telling the bartender about all of my flaws I'm in love with hip-hop not from the allure I am sure, every single dog gets its day on the cross No labels telling me fables, b**h, I am my own boss Stoned off Triple OG, watch me zone off Supreme entity, public enemy, energy that I'm harvesting In pursuit of the riches, I want more green than them army men figures So much 'shrooms and acid that my thoughts Are tangled and twisted like g**ner fingers Right before they flick on the trigger and dismantle your ligaments Metal fragments will hit you, so many holes in a n***a That when the wind blows, he whistles, bet that I could read your mental With my finger on temple and learn the deepest Darkest secrets that your shadow will tell you Cause you heard that I'm a better beast and stay closer to jay like a memory And if your eyes ain't bloodshot, you need to get some better weed Screaming, what the bloodclot? Shotty in a stolen V Follow the law? I don't even follow the lord, flexing Like I just shot up a bottle of 'roids, s**ing Bad exotic chick on top of your boy, chip on my shoulder Only if chips involved, motherf**er [Outro] I see you got yourself a little business going. Well, that's good, that's good, when you make that paper, but when you making paper you gotta learn some rules to go with it. You gotta learn the difference between guns and bu*ter. There's two types of n***as in this world: there're n***as with guns and n***as with bu*ter. Now what are guns? The guns, that's the real estate. There's stocks and bonds, artwork, you know sh** that appreciates with value. What's the bu*ter? Cars, clothes, j**elry, all that other bullsh** that don't mean sh** after you buy it. That's what it's all about, guns and bu*ter baby! Lil' dumb motherf**ers