XYNO lyrics

[Chorus: Erick Arc Elliott]
Wake up, thank God for my pay stub
Collect my peso
Only thing on my mental, making instrumentals
Fourty ounces by the case loads
Got to know I love ganja, smell like Fronto
You know I took shorty, tape her legs closed
Better move when I say so, never move like a payroll
Okay, there it go

[Verse 1: Meechy Darko]
If money be the dream, my n*gga, stay lucid
If pus*y be your hustle, mami, keep that thing juicy
While Vegas was built off the money of losers
For paper I shoot marvelous, Stanley Kubrick
Benjamin Franklin, my guardian angel
If I see Jesus, I'm taking his halo
So I can pawn it and make a few pesos
He who your starve with, your team will be stable
Pass me the OE, pass me a tab
Pass me a blunt, I won't pass that sh*t back
Pass me a gat and a ski mask
I click-clack, rat-tat-tat, give me that cash
Throw Diddy's check book and I'll sign an autograph
Four-seven MAC-11s and there's no limit (Body)
This is World War 3, is you ready? (Doubt it)
My wallet gon' buzz, never snooze, cuz
[Chorus: Erick Arc Elliott]
Wake up, thank God for my pay stub
Collect my peso
Only thing on my mental, making instrumentals
Fourty ounces by the case loads
Got to know I love ganja, smell like Fronto
You know I took shorty, tape her legs closed
Better move when I say so, never move like a payroll
Okay, there it go

[Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliott]
This alarm got me turned up plenty
Want to be the sh*t, but the world won't love me
Hit my jack, then twenty minutes, I'ma hit you back
Count a stack, money made everyday
n*ggas been payin' ransom notes
But only real n*ggas takin' chances, yo
No longer sixteens, I'm free
I freestyle to appease the peace
And you can freestyle, but you need some beats
My performance hella rich and rewardin'
And I can't compete when n*ggas is not all in
Good lord, boy gotta get a new crew
Lookin' real confused dog, I don't want to lose you
No woman want a n*gga with no money
I'm all in her while she layin' on her tummy
Now I'm gon' bust, now I'm gon' bust
My vision is distant, is music my drug?
[Chorus: Erick Arc Elliott]
Wake up, thank God for my pay stub
Collect my peso
Only thing on my mental, making instrumentals
Fourty ounces by the case loads
Got to know I love ganja, smell like Fronto
You know I took shorty, tape her legs closed
Better move when I say so, never move like a payroll
Okay, there it go

[Verse 3: AK & ZOMBiE Juice]
Know what you in for
Young gods in your temple
Pull up with the squad, what's the word ho?
Plotting on the burb with the Fibonacci curves though
I'm Stefan, you Urkel
A snake to a gerbil, woah (Lord)
Presently the Pres
Don't make a n*gga get a urge or be the day you be dessert
Puffin on some herbs, now I'm one with the earth
Top Gun Tom Cruise, watch a n*gga go berserk, uh
Build the proper spliff, heighten consciousness, don't be counterfeit
Use your mind a bit, word of the wise, but I still will profit chips
Surf on this tide, we the truth (We got you kid)
Stone Gemini tight flows like a tie
Light strokes on your wife, still a n*gga make her cry
Golden inside, we were chose, so let's ride
Keep your smoke blowin' high
Rep the Coast 'til I die, I, I, I
[Chorus: Erick Arc Elliott]
Wake up, thank God for my pay stub
Collect my peso
Only thing on my mental, making instrumentals
Fourty ounces by the case loads
Got to know I love ganja, smell like Fronto
You know I took shorty, tape her legs closed
Better move when I say so, never move like a payroll
Okay, there it go

[Verse 4: ZOMBiE Juice]
I ain't gon' lie, these n*ggas move funny
Zombie, motherf*cker, fill the hunger in my belly
I ain't on my celly 'less I'm talkin' bout some money
n*gga actin' kind of funny, leave him missin' like Sunday
Brave boy, smokin' shot for my day one, A1, smoke is strong than I blaze son
Murderous sh*t like the summer of Sam, cha-ka-cha chop leaking blood on your mans
Life after death, what were we sayin'
Me ‘gainst the world with a blunt in my hand
This lethal injection, this music we reppin
Straight out the junc thiugh, I always stay humble
Ready to rumble, my demons assemble
License to ill, license to spill, license to hit any n*gga that squeal
Ready for war like we I-Israel

[Chorus: Erick Arc Elliott]
Wake up, thank God for my pay stub
Collect my peso
Only thing on my mental, making instrumentals
Fourty ounces by the case loads
Got to know I love ganja, smell like Fronto
You know I took shorty, tape her legs closed
Better move when I say so, never move like a payroll
Okay, there it go

[Verse 5: Issa Gold]
Raised up out the ashes, phoenix, young master
We spread like cancer through the masses, who gon' pass us?
Read the patterns and I handle what I have to
n*gga blessed, no stress, stay for my crew
Overseas tourin', all the youth they support us
Keep my fans focused, raise they mind 'til they soarin'
Can't hang with the gods or a gleamin' out lord
Keep a clean heart 'til my energy beam strong
And I'm winnin' when I see n*ggas living through they heart
And I'm reassuring kids and showing them where they start
They can play their part, light illuminate the dark
Make 'em see far like they're sitting on the North Star
Hot spitter, rise to the top with it
Beast Coast hitter, blessed by God's fingers
Talkin' 'bout, I dunno when I will stop, n*gga
Me and weed go together like Biggie and Pac's killings