A Spike Lee Joint

Lyrics

[Chorus: Anthony Flammia & Erick the Architect] Unsigned and independent Look, tell my moms I did it When you risk your life, constant struggle to survive Say yeah, oh, woah Unsigned and independent (Woo) I move a mile a minute (Difference) When you risk your life (Difference), constant struggle to survive (Ayy, ayy) Say yeah, oh, woah [Verse 1: Erick the Architect] Dirty money, clean money, niggas see the difference Tell the bartender leave some liquor for my niggas Streets full of wolves so my appetite grew I was hungry for this rap shit way back in high school Motivated, knocked somebody off to break the rule Coordinated mind-frame slaughterin' your view Smokin' on this green trees, I don't get the blues If I see a nigga lurk, then I gotta chuck a deuce I was clockin' out of work 'Round the same time I was writin' out of thirst Working three jobs, I ain't want to buy the purp Friends'll leave ya cold turk' It was ADHD, smokin' weed before church Now I'm back for 'em, tap dance on the platform With the mask on Hit the squad for the bat phone (Wildin') Want it, now I gotta last long Dog, I just get a bigger jawn if he act raw [Chorus: Anthony Flammia & Erick the Architect] Unsigned and independent Look, tell my moms I did it When you risk your life, constant struggle to survive Say yeah, oh, woah Unsigned and independent (Woo) I move a mile a minute (Difference) When you risk your life (Difference), constant struggle to survive (Ayy, ayy) Say yeah, oh, woah [Verse 2: Zombie Juice] Dirty money, clean money, can you see the difference? Got a phone call from my baby mama trippin' Views like fuck life, what it's worth Used to smoke mad weed before my grandma went to church Had no ID, hip-hop before I started bumpin' Eazy-E When ringtones was the hot shit And B.I.G. on my conscience when I spit NYPD on my dick since I've been Fornicatin', investigations Don't got no patience, all this bread I'm makin' Used to fuck bad bitches when my grandma's on vacation Call a bitch over, then she dipped for the weekend Couple safes in my brib, two phones and the rocket Crip sets on the ave like a LA Dodger Juice man, piff man with the grams, man Me and fam, I'm spittin' bars like a jail cell [Chorus: Anthony Flammia] Unsigned and independent Look, tell my moms I did it When you risk your life, constant struggle to survive Say yeah, oh, woah [Bridge: Anthony Flammia] Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh Oh, oh-oh-oh Oh, oh-oh Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh Oh, oh-oh-oh [Outro: Anthony Flammia & Zombie Juice] Oh, what're you guys doin'? Oh, if I can get get on the album, that shit'd be insane. Fuck, oh my God. Shout-out from the middle of the fucking country. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Uh, what are you guys doin' over there? I know we've been gone for a long time, but um We back