A Spike Lee Joint - Flatbush Zombies, 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

Unsigned and independent

I move a mile a minute

When you risk your life, constant struggle to survive

Say yeah, oh, woah

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 slaughtering your view

Smoking on this green trees, I don’t get the blues

If I see a nigga lurk then I gotta chuck a deuce

I was clocking out of work

'Round the same time I was writing out of thirst

Working three jobs, I ain’t want to buy the purp

Friends’ll leave ya cold turk'

It was ADHD, smoking 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

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

I move a mile a minute (Difference)

When you risk your life, constant struggle to survive

Say yeah, oh, woah

Dirty money, clean money, can you see the difference?

Got a phone call from my baby mama tripping

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 bumping 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

Fornicating, investigations

Don’t got no patience, all this bread I’m making

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 spitting bars like a jail cell

Unsigned and independent

Look, tell my moms I did it

When you risk your life, constant struggle to survive

Say yeah, oh, woah

Ahahaha, ehehehe, shit.

Ahhoooo, what you guys doing?

Oh, if I can get get on

the album and shit, it’d be insane.

Fuck, oh my God.

Shout-out to the middle of

the fucking country.

Oooooh, shit.

Aheheheh.

Oh, shit.

Oh.

What are you guys

doing over there?

I know we’ve been gone for a long time, but um, we back