Zombie Juice, Devin The Dude, Rae Khalil - Alto lyrics
Rae Khalil [Kenya Rae Johnson] Torrence, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Zombie Juice, Devin The Dude, Rae Khalil - Alto lyrics]
(Big smoke, terps)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Brooklyn)
DZA, what up? What he say? Right
This shit loud, flava in ya ear
How high? Too high to meet me in the air
Sold out with Red and Meth
Ten thousand in the stands (Hold up)
I used to dream of days like
This on the 2 train packs in my knapsack
Smellin' up the whole thang
Please ash before you pass it, boo thang
Higher than a balcony, baby
I need the whole thang
Penthouse suite, floor to ceilin' windows
A big ol' freak, she only fuck with winners
I need me a percent
Of everything y'all stealin'
She say it's an event when I hit that kitty
Might hot-box the whip like B-Real was in it
I had a dream feelin' lucid
Every word I meant it
We put the hood name on our back
I'm used to heavy liftin'
The pressure turned that shit to diamonds
Now it's finer livin'
They tryin' to figure figure how I did it
How I done ascended
How a nigga really livin' like
He say he did it
How I paint these bitches like
I'm Kara Walker vivid
Not too specific on them phones
Cause you know they listenin'
And watch them niggas that's close by you
'Cause you know they're switchin'
This biscotti hittin', long
Nose, Scottie Pippen, bow
Designer drippin'
This a Erick Arc production
The art is sufferin'
Gotta put your heart or nothing
Zip it up, ooh
I don't need no niggas smokin' my trees
(yeah, yeah)
I was up 'fore I lit my spliff (Oh, yeah)
I know there's more for me
But I'm thankful for this yeah, yeah, yeah
Took hard work and sacrifice
I still practice twice before
I catch a flight
To stay on point, from a joint to a fat Sweet
Stretch my money like athletes
At a track meet
Pack heat in the back streets, that's me
Nah, rapper slash actor, please
Someone cast me
Dedicate myself, I medicate myself
Stay away from hard drugs
I'll never hate myself
Make my wealth just like any man does
That's when I can 'cause I don't
Have all the answers yet
But, I bet if I was a gambler
The baby will get the new pair
Of shoes and the Pampers
Like Freddie Sanford, I'ma keep collectin'
Park the old red truck and
Make a new selection, heh
'Cause with me, there's no second guessin'
If it ain't progression then
It's out the question (yeah, yeah)
We breathe out
I don't keep no counterfeit around me, uh
I was nice 'fore I ever dropped bars, yeah
I'm givin' my life and I'm thankful for it
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Brooklyn)
DZA, what up? What he say? Right
This shit loud, flava in ya ear
How high? Too high to meet me in the air
Sold out with Red and Meth
Ten thousand in the stands (Hold up)
I used to dream of days like
This on the 2 train packs in my knapsack
Smellin' up the whole thang
Please ash before you pass it, boo thang
Higher than a balcony, baby
I need the whole thang
Penthouse suite, floor to ceilin' windows
A big ol' freak, she only fuck with winners
I need me a percent
Of everything y'all stealin'
She say it's an event when I hit that kitty
Might hot-box the whip like B-Real was in it
I had a dream feelin' lucid
Every word I meant it
We put the hood name on our back
I'm used to heavy liftin'
The pressure turned that shit to diamonds
Now it's finer livin'
They tryin' to figure figure how I did it
How I done ascended
How a nigga really livin' like
He say he did it
How I paint these bitches like
I'm Kara Walker vivid
Not too specific on them phones
Cause you know they listenin'
And watch them niggas that's close by you
'Cause you know they're switchin'
This biscotti hittin', long
Nose, Scottie Pippen, bow
Designer drippin'
This a Erick Arc production
The art is sufferin'
Gotta put your heart or nothing
Zip it up, ooh
I don't need no niggas smokin' my trees
(yeah, yeah)
I was up 'fore I lit my spliff (Oh, yeah)
I know there's more for me
But I'm thankful for this yeah, yeah, yeah
Took hard work and sacrifice
I still practice twice before
I catch a flight
To stay on point, from a joint to a fat Sweet
Stretch my money like athletes
At a track meet
Pack heat in the back streets, that's me
Nah, rapper slash actor, please
Someone cast me
Dedicate myself, I medicate myself
Stay away from hard drugs
I'll never hate myself
Make my wealth just like any man does
That's when I can 'cause I don't
Have all the answers yet
But, I bet if I was a gambler
The baby will get the new pair
Of shoes and the Pampers
Like Freddie Sanford, I'ma keep collectin'
Park the old red truck and
Make a new selection, heh
'Cause with me, there's no second guessin'
If it ain't progression then
It's out the question (yeah, yeah)
We breathe out
I don't keep no counterfeit around me, uh
I was nice 'fore I ever dropped bars, yeah
I'm givin' my life and I'm thankful for it
Yeah