Stay-at-home fad - Zen 1 lyrics

[Verse 1: Mikey Kim] I make girls split like bananas Go crazy like gorillas Got girls cray like I was a pill of "percosella" Play them like a cello Got bad b**hes call them Ms. Bocella Y'all gonna remember-member me I'm a 100 beans See me like Snoop cause the OG Ain't a fighter but I could meet you in the alley of Cali I'm like Kid Cudi Maui wowie I'm young, so I ain't got sh** to worry Always in a hurry Girls mess like fat guys going for McFlurry's f** with me, knock your eye socket out You blurry Too bad I had to fake it like I left school early Wired, cars, like 96.5 Deep conversations, try to take a dive Heart ain't beating how am I still alive, when the life probably can't survive You can run but can't hide Game blunts mean a long L ride f** haters who said I couldn't make it Skip cla** just roll it Ain't a goodie goodie Got rappers mad like their clothes got muddy Listen sunny, rise and shine Not a fighter but I'd rather throw punchlines Light green buds are always mine I'mma put and still got girls waiting in line People hate on me when I never did a crime We live in a f**ed up world with smut, drunk, f**ed up girls Hard to find a girl like a pearl Spitting so much fire they starting to think I was hell Reload that shotty shell Nutty a** rats, call you Lansdale Gotten payback like blackmail 1-5-1 Bacardi, life's just one big party Doing back flips like I was Jeff Hardy When it comes to girls I'm cute like Preston's dog, Ardy You sweet like candy Go harder than your girl giving handies Nut a** bull so I called you Sandy I'm the grim reaper like I was from Billy and Mandy, some souls I must hunt Like we at Kenny's when we look for who buys the blunt Roll that purple skunk, never dumb so I'm wise like a f**ing monk We sip out the mug And if you upset get the .38 to hug Rough like a dog sitting on an old rug I'm like a cig cause I shoot you right in the f**ing lungs Can't keep up to my pace so rappers slip like they're standing on a f**ing tongue Ain't wanna tussle Not easy get into like the heart muscle You're bull's off Making money bull you just got f**ing hustled [Verse 2: Themba Ntaka] I was so f**ed up I said a girl with a boyfriend was mine Leave me out the sacrificial picture that hangs So pretentious, young big ol' bang Headed to the same grave from this pretty alignment So still I respect my solitary confinement I done had s** with all four walls Then became the fifth Just to feel the pull of all Wake up call for their histrionic chronicle Tackled you from out of the line Let's get high And this is what it feels like when you're a mountain away from Montana Towel treat that tawdry veneer Mere rag of the dirty boy who doesn't get past the ear You can say the dude on the rap beat was the progenitor of the change from emcee to integer