Trade-Off

Lyrics

[Chorus: Erick the Architect] It's that work hard, play hard Make you quit that day job I smoked so much this year, we couldn't even take a day off I plan to take a trip Want the money how it's spent I just re-up Plus I just paid my phone and the rent [Verse 1: Erick the Architect] Hey, it's lit Call my partners up, we goin' up, you slowin' up I never judge, we do indulge In truth, I never touch the stuff One puff of that fluffy stuff, shit hit me like a sucker punch Side effects include mass paranoia plus the cotton mouth Down another bottle with my niggas Before this was a movie, we pictured us livin' bitter And I forgive 'em, whatever, whatever Tellin' me different, nothin' is given Without sacrifices, somethin' is close to niggas to chill with Pray for the children The government spikin' penicillin And Lord willin' We all live to be twenty million Outcome infinite dawg, where is the ceilin'? 'Cause five years ago we came to be without disappearin' [Chorus: Erick the Architect & Zombie Juice] It's that work hard, play hard Make you quit that day job I smoked so much this year, we couldn't even take a day off I plan to take a trip Want the money how it's spent I just re-up Plus I just paid my phone and the rent It's that work hard, play hard I just got a blow job Smoke so much this year, we couldn't even take a day off Twenty-somethin' years, I never had a fuckin' day job Never ask for truth, it's what expected, it's a trade-off [Verse 2: Zombie Juice] Real nigga shit, gettin' money bound to flip Now turned on like I'm the shit Bitch, I told you how it gets It's that mixtape rap, blunt wrapped up in a album In a Audi black, tote straps lookin' for yack So I can go top speed with the blinkers on Screamin' "Fuck the world", Martin King is gone Who am I? Who am I? Handsome guy, might stunt on you niggas with a patch on my eye Please turn up the headphones, I speak the value I pray for freaks, we gon' bring the outcome Toke, toke and choke We just need your vocals So this is the future, ain't what your used to Four years ago I was poorer than you are Trappin' in the lobby and the back of a U-Haul [Chorus: Zombie Juice, Erick the Architect & Meechy Darko] It's that work hard, play hard I just got a blow job Smoke so much this year, we couldn't even take a day off Twenty-somethin' years, I never had a fuckin' day job Never ask for truth, it's what expected, it's a trade-off It's that work hard, play hard Make you quit that day job I smoked so much this year, we couldn't even take a day off I plan to take a trip Want the money how it's spent I just re-up Plus I just paid my phone and the rent This that work hard, play hard Rest in peace to Trayvon Did so much different drugs this year, I'm feelin' so amazin' LSD, them potent doses, smokin' 'til I take off Two freaks, one Meech, that's an even trade-off [Verse 3: Meechy Darko] Rosemary's baby, the hand that rock my cradle to the grave I had six exorcisms this year alone and I feel the same I'm high and sleep deprived, havin' nightmares while I'm still awake 40 ounce sipper, until my liver give away I think I lost my mind and I'm willin' to trade my soul if you can find it An even exchange, I'm young and deranged All these drugs in my body Rawer than the kilo under my granddaddy pillow Kill a cop, la-la-laugh, reload Ha-ha-ha, drop classics, we know Laugh at you niggas I average fifty, I don't feel the need to pass to you niggas Roll up the sticky, young irrational nigga Don't throw stones unless your crib is shatter-proof nigga A headshot, now let's see if you splatter-proof nigga [Chorus: Erick the Architect, Zombie Juice & Meechy Darko] Work hard, play hard Make you quit that day job I smoked so much this year we couldn't even take a day off I plan to take a trip Want the money how it's spent I just re-up Plus I just paid my phone and the rent Work hard, play hard I just got a blow job Smoke so much this year, we couldn't even take a day off Twenty-somethin' years, I never had a fuckin' day job Never ask for truth, it's what expected, it's a trade-off Work hard, play hard Rest in peace to Trayvon Did so much different drugs this year I'm feeling so amazing LSD them potent doses smoking 'til I take off Two freaks, one Meech, that's an even trade-off