Текст песни This Is It (Flatbush Zombies) с переводом

All you fools just sound the same

Ain’t no credit to your name

Ain’t no credit line open, that’s discrediting the fame

Form your business in the name, something unique like a slang

Make a difference, make a change

But ain’t no puppets on a string

Don’t be chilling on the couch, remember this is for the clout

Remember this is for the poor niggas that’ll represent you when you’re out

Forget you when you need your friends, fuck it we just meet again (why)

All my niggas need a plan, cos all my niggas need to win

Always was a winner even when I wasn’t 'posed to

The money getting bigger as if it wasn’t supposed to

Just a lonely nigga, talk too much to myself, need a break

On July 8th broke down heaven’s gates

Now I stay high all day

Fuck you leaving, fuck all evening

Call me mister fuck all day

Trap all day and night

Don’t need a house much less you ‘bout some change

Expand my conscious, tryna' walk on water

Feel the earth on me

You hatin', I’ll be somewhere slayin' bitches by their face on me

Catch a fade, Kobe, with an eighth on me

Not phased, don’t pass that shit homie

Cough, smoke, cough, got my shit sealed off

‘Bout to put some in the air, ‘til a nigga doze off

Cos you got some shrooms, I got a room

You and me ‘til we reach the moon

Never wore a disguise, love the skin I’m in

You trade your soul for fame, we ain’t built the same

All you fools just sound the same

Ain’t no credit to your name

Ain’t no credit line open, that’s discrediting the fame

Form your business in the name, something unique like a slang

Make a difference, make a change

But ain’t no puppets on a string

Don’t be chilling on the couch, remember this is for the clout

Remember this is for the poor niggas that’ll represent you when you’re out

Forget you when you need your friends, fuck it we just meet again (why)

All my niggas need a plan, cos all my niggas need to win

All I ever wanted was to be a one to one

Now I’m one in three

Compulsively a nigga gotta run up or get none

Know I feel your pain, a different day

Opinions always alter when you’re done

Pray to put you down, afraid to look around, instead I pen it for my dogs (Hoo!)

Know my city give me 150 for my steez, 150 for my beats

Three niggas, we gotta eat

Shouts to fans that’s overseas, hey

Independent grind, at least we did form a company

We a bond that never breaks, never giving up the cake

Not a fan of pointing fingers at men

It’s dependent on who can pay for academics

Homie your chemists are missing appendages

You back into handling business, no kidding

My head’s at the clinic, I need a prescription

My vision is clearer through smoke and them mirrors

I can’t be compared to those niggas you hearing

So don’t be offended when niggas don’t feel you

All you fools just sound the same

Ain’t no credit to your name

Ain’t no credit line open, that’s discrediting the fame

Form your business in the name, something unique like a slang

Make a difference, make a change

But ain’t no puppets on a string

Don’t be chilling on the couch, remember this is for the clout

Remember this is for the poor niggas that’ll represent you when you’re out

Forget you when you need your friends, fuck it we just meet again (why)

All my niggas need a plan, cos all my niggas need to win

Feeling brave? Nigga run up

Buck shots, tear your muscle

And I don’t need Joey to pump it

Pitbull, no muzzle

Badmon, I’m thuggin'

Done know, gun smoke

Can’t tell me nothin', there’s no need for discussion

I’m the sinner in Saint, I’m the box logo bully

Used to buy Bathing Ape, now they send this shit to me

I paved the way for niggas that’re scared to say what they ain’t wanna say

Now watch a demon demonstrate, annihilate

Love / hate it’s all the same

Will I die from my homicide

Or will I die from taking too much drugs?

Lord knows I deserve to die on an acid high and I’m double cupped

Coke line, hundred blunts

Seen a few bitches I’d love to fuck

2Pac in 96 and troublesome

27 club, here I come

Comma, c-c-c-c comma, comma, comma

A whole lot of decimals

I just s-see my account and c-c-c-c-c-c-c count all my blessings up

Bloodstream full of chemical

Crip, Blood, twist your fingers up

Better than some of them veterans

Bet they gon' say it’s beginners luck

I would die for my niggas, but would they do the same?

Hennessey by the gallon, I’m losing my balance and manage the pain

I would ride for my niggas, just show me the lane

My grandaddy’s still in the kitchen, w-w-whipping the ‘caine

My celly' keep ringing

I cannot find enough coverage to answer

The backwoods is hitting

Hope that that shit is not giving me cancer

Trip on acid while I’m rapping, Sippin' muddy, counting money

I think she took too many xannies, she fell asleep while she was sucking

Made it out the gutter, shout out to my mother

Kudos to my papa, he ain’t wear the rubber

This is it, I do this shit here for my brothers

This is it, I do this shit here for my brothers

This is it, I do this shit here for my brothers…

This Odyssey is complete, now you ready for some fucking bars?