[Hook: Meech]
So much grams, unzip the bag
Dip in my hand

Then i palm trees
So when you throw shade
^!$$% never harm me

So much grams, unzip the bag
Dip in my hand
Then i palm trees

So when you throw shade
^!$$% never harm me
[Verse 1: Meech]

Lions don't lose sleep over the opinion of sheep
On the road to the riches
Money sticking to my cleats

I am moi, magnifique
Skinny? Darky Meech
^!$$%s with the most opinions, usually have the least

It's funny how now rappers be on the druggy %#@!
Downloaded my tape, sat back, study %#@!
Acid pack a hundred hits, shrooms, caps and hash bricks

Trippy like that destiny child %#@!, on 106
This white (*##$, had the $#&@ing nerves to call me a ^!$$%
When she the one paying the surgeon

For her lips to get bigger, do you get the bigger picture
She's intact with my ^!$$%, you sneak dissing
Taking jabs, get your boxing on

'Cus you ain't get the word, I'm black leather in the octagon
This %#@! is straight absurd,
Do not hate me 'cus your life is %#@!ty

I show no pitty you turd
You better off in the dirt, naw
You better off dead, like the title of my?

[Hook: Meech]
[Verse: Zombie Juice]
Everyday, me and Mary J

You might say I'm addicted
But me, I'm truly lifted
Stoned so loud, you can hear me in the crowd

Smoking girls out, sour by the ounce
Mary never cheat me,
Mary not a backstabbing (*##$

That don't lie and deceive me
Spread it even!
Hash wax in the evening

Dabble, die trying, on the road to Zion
Damn, they try and stick me for my paper
They tryn'na take me under

I've seen it through the vapors
Jealous ones killed envy
Got a couple real with me

And my (*##$, will talk some %#@!
And smoke the kill with me
Meech will hide the body, enough of that tho'

They sayin' talk is cheap
So I'll be smiling when we meet
They screamin' Zombies, out in England

But I'm on the block with Mary, pushing and dreaming
Ah, ah ah ah, I'm feeling myself
Dizzle, fo' shizzle my nizzle spittin' riddles on instrumentals

Trippy life, brought it in the?
Feel my appetite (Feel my appetite?)
[Hook: Meech]

[Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliot]
Could be your mans, or be your fan
Or be your pen, pay your dues

Man i gotta choose, whether I
Lose or win this, for a friend
Can't determind the difference

The instace they see you peaking
They #~!!@ leaking fluid
My ^!$$%, what is you doing

All black in the back?
?as I'm making murderous music
We don't rep the same things

Nah, don't bother confuse it
So much stressing on my brain
Momma think I'mma lose it
Human vagabond?
Stole your panties in my carry on

Why you hating ^!$$%s acting?
Honest bro, $#&@ your publication ese
I'm a third wheel, aritecht blow your mind
Set stress but won't swell
Uh yes, I smoke kill

I'm crack, you smoke grills
I pack, you dope deal
In fact, I'm so chill
I'm never of the?
Six stinches to your image

Not offended, when you call me genius?
[Hook: Meech]