[Intro: Issa Gold & Erick the Architect]
You know the fuckin' vibes
You know the fuckin' vibes, n***a
We smokin' dope with Joey, shit
N***a, you know the fucking vibes, pussy
Spliff vibes, yeah, I mean
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout my n***as?
You see the fuckin' vibes, man
We got boats out here, man (Yeah)
You see the fuckin' vibes, man (Oh, yeah)
[Verse 1: Erick the Architect]
Only rapper makin' beats since seventeen, my n***a
They thought FBZ was just Juice and Meech, my n***a
Never did it hurt my soul or self-esteem, my n***a
But that shit weak, my n***a, they still sleep, my n***a
Even from a wheelchair I rap with such ease, my n***a
Way better than rappers standin' on two feet, my n***a
Surgery right after tour, I feel elite, my n***a
Now I'm right back with the squad I'll never leave, my n***a
World tour, how we payin', while you leasin' my n***a?
Copped the crib before a chain, but I had reason, my n***a
Ain't no tattoos on my frame but my mark leaving, my n***a
You never see me, my n***a, my whole team is my n***as
Treatin' me like 222 has been my number, my n***a
That's two albums, self-produced, and yet they wonder, my n***a
Billboard toppin', independent, we still under, my n***a
You know my body, we just vibin' on the grind with my n***as
[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 bitch, nobody tries to come hit
God figures (God figures), my n***as (My n***as)
[Verse 2: Zombie Juice]
You know the vibes, I'm a motherfuckin' king my n***a
Hate all you want, you never be me, my n***a
Woke up feelin' blessed 'cause I'm me, my n***a
Team supreme and the flow is just elite, my n***a
Smoked every strain before it hit the streets my n***a
Hair dyed before the SoundCloud scene my n***a
Before you blink, my n***a, I'm overseas, my n***a
And bitches fucked with me when I ain't have a thing, my n***a
These rappers lucky, better stay up in your lane, my n***a
Zombie Gang, my n***a, helped change the game, my n***a
Brought the flame when n***as hated, our name got bigger
Independent, you chasin' checks and the fame, my n***a
Better yet, you chasin' bitches, you lame, my n***a
Hit up Eliantte, watch my diamonds sing, my n***a
From the 'Bush, made it out, do my thing, my n***a
No father, taught myself the motherfuckin' game, my n***a
[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 bitch, nobody tries to come hit
God figures (God figures), my n***as (My n***as)
[Verse 3: Meechy Darko]
Look at us, we over here on album three, my n***a
Remember when this shit was just a dream, my n***a
They ain't believe, my n***a
They probably thought this shit wouldn't last a week, my n***a
Last laugh, ha-ha, I'm fuckin' weak, my n***a
Still here, seven years fuckin' deep, my n***a
Used to sell these t-shirts on the street, my n***a
Same tees, my n***a, made me a quarter milli' last week, my n***a
Remember me? My team supreme, my n***a
She 5'5", but her throat 6'3", my n***a
Don't see need for Xannies or that lean, my n***a
'Cause every night she fuck me to sleep, my n***a
Paranoia started fuckin' with my Zs, my n***a
This shit is deep, my n***a
To the point where I don't trust me, my n***a
Black magic, my speeches part seas, my n***a
Black casket, go ahead and sleep, my n***a
Count sheep, my n***a
Now you're six feet deep, my n***a
Never was my n***a, n***a
[Verse 4: Tech N9ne]
Kill the peace, my n***a, I'm finna release, my n***a
Because these social-media murderers talkin' beef, my n***a
I'm a beast, my n***a, I'm 'bout to teach my n***as
Through my anonymous link, I show up on your street my n***a
I'd rather be on herb, oil, and kief, my n***a
Than comin' off the throne tryna defeat my n***as
I'm a chief, my n***a, I can help you eat my n***a
So why when it come to me you scammin', plannin' deceit, my n***a? (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***a)
Computer bangin' and shit, yo that's wuss, my n***a
Do that, but never ever come where crack's cooked, my n***a
You that shook my n***a, in fact, look my n***a
The gat push that kush with Flatbush, my n***a
[Outro: Tech N9ne]
Anybody want smoke? We got it
