Monica lyrics

[Intro: Issa Gold & Erick the Architect]
You know the f*ckin' vibes
You know the f*ckin' vibes, n*gga
We smokin' dope with Joey, sh*t
n*gga, you know the f*cking vibes, pus*y
Spliff vibes, yeah, I mean
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout my n*ggas?
You see the f*ckin' vibes, man
We got boats out here, man (Yeah)
You see the f*ckin' vibes, man (Oh, yeah)

[Verse 1: Erick the Architect]
Only rapper makin' beats since seventeen, my n*gga
They thought FBZ was just Juice and Meech, my n*gga
Never did it hurt my soul or self-esteem, my n*gga
But that sh*t weak, my n*gga, they still sleep, my n*gga
Even from a wheelchair I rap with such ease, my n*gga
Way better than rappers standin' on two feet, my n*gga
Surgery right after tour, I feel elite, my n*gga
Now I'm right back with the squad I'll never leave, my n*gga
World tour, how we payin', while you leasin' my n*gga?
Copped the crib before a chain, but I had reason, my n*gga
Ain't no tattoos on my frame but my mark leaving, my n*gga
You never see me, my n*gga, my whole team is my n*ggas
Treatin' me like 222 has been my number, my n*gga
That's two albums, self-produced, and yet they wonder, my n*gga
Billboard toppin', independent, we still under, my n*gga
You know my body, we just vibin' on the grind with my n*ggas
[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
Anybody want smoke? We got it (No-oh)
But if it's smoke from beef, you won't know who shot it (No-oh)
You know the vibes in this b*tch, nobody tries to come hit
God figures (God figures), my n*ggas (My n*ggas)

[Verse 2: Zombie Juice]
You know the vibes, I'm a motherf*ckin' king my n*gga
Hate all you want, you never be me, my n*gga
Woke up feelin' blessed 'cause I'm me, my n*gga
Team supreme and the flow is just elite, my n*gga
Smoked every strain before it hit the streets my n*gga
Hair dyed before the SoundCloud scene my n*gga
Before you blink, my n*gga, I'm overseas, my n*gga
And b*tches f*cked with me when I ain't have a thing, my n*gga
These rappers lucky, better stay up in your lane, my n*gga
Zombie Gang, my n*gga, helped change the game, my n*gga
Brought the flame when n*ggas hated, our name got bigger
Independent, you chasin' checks and the fame, my n*gga
Better yet, you chasin' b*tches, you lame, my n*gga
Hit up Eliantte, watch my diamonds sing, my n*gga
From the 'Bush, made it out, do my thing, my n*gga
No father, taught myself the motherf*ckin' game, my n*gga

[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
Anybody want smoke? We got it (No-oh)
But if it's smoke from beef, you won't know who shot it (No-oh)
You know the vibes in this b*tch, nobody tries to come hit
God figures (God figures), my n*ggas (My n*ggas)
[Verse 3: Meechy Darko]
Look at us, we over here on album three, my n*gga
Remember when this sh*t was just a dream, my n*gga
They ain't believe, my n*gga
They probably thought this sh*t wouldn't last a week, my n*gga
Last laugh, ha-ha, I'm f*ckin' weak, my n*gga
Still here, seven years f*ckin' deep, my n*gga
Used to sell these t-shirts on the street, my n*gga
Same tees, my n*gga, made me a quarter milli' last week, my n*gga
Remember me? My team supreme, my n*gga
She 5'5", but her throat 6'3", my n*gga
Don't see need for Xannies or that lean, my n*gga
'Cause every night she f*ck me to sleep, my n*gga
Paranoia started f*ckin' with my Zs, my n*gga
This sh*t is deep, my n*gga
To the point where I don't trust me, my n*gga
Black magic, my speeches part seas, my n*gga
Black casket, go ahead and sleep, my n*gga
Count sheep, my n*gga
Now you're six feet deep, my n*gga
Never was my n*gga, n*gga

[Verse 4: Tech N9ne]
Kill the peace, my n*gga, I'm finna release, my n*gga
Because these social-media murderers talkin' beef, my n*gga
I'm a beast, my n*gga, I'm 'bout to teach my n*ggas
Through my anonymous link, I show up on your street my n*gga
I'd rather be on herb, oil, and kief, my n*gga
Than comin' off the throne tryna defeat my n*ggas
I'm a chief, my n*gga, I can help you eat my n*gga
So why when it come to me you scammin', plannin' deceit, my n*gga? (Come on)
They comin' for me because I'm the one gettin' the dough (Fly spitter)
They actin' like back in the day I ain't used to be poor (Why bitter?)
So if they ever come up to me and trip I'ma show (My trigger)
Then let it blow (Die quicker), they're gonna know (My n*gga)
Computer bangin' and sh*t, yo that's wuss, my n*gga
Do that, but never ever come where crack's cooked, my n*gga
You that shook my n*gga, in fact, look my n*gga
The gat push that kush with Flatbush, my n*gga
[Outro: Tech N9ne]
Anybody want smoke? We got it