Zombieland

Bounce
Bounce
Bounce
You don't have to bounce
Check me out

Riding through the city
I ain't got no blicky
But it's grind time, gotta shine, so who with me?

I see all my niggas with me
A'int no actin shifty
Boy it's grind time, gotta shine (Gotta shine, gotta shine)

Ever since a youngin, had a dream, to be on the screen
Magazines, now my mind is clearly on some other things
Make the green, make it double, bring it back to the family
But it's takin' long, dawg, what the fuck is happening?

Omg, I don't see, blessings that's in front of me
Well at least, we ain't from the city where they murdering
Cousin getting married yeah he gave that girl a diamond ring
Friends is getting jobs and they movin' on to finer things
How bout me? Well let's see, scrollin' through indeed, mhm
So it seems, I cannot escape the peasantry, mhm
Fantasies of bagging up and serving pills to fiends
But my homie told me I'm not suited for these kinda things

Now I'm getting suited for an interview that's on a screen, here's the dets
These niggas ain't hire me
Back up on the streets, trynna eat, but all I see
Hustlers, strugglas, bustas and some enemies, honestly
Bodies pumpin' blood but their soul deceased
Cannot let this city get the best of me
I said their bodies pumpin' blood but their soul deceased
So I'm striving for the best in me until I rest in peace

Riding through the city (Yeah)
I aint got no blicky (Yeah)
But it's grind time, gotta shine, so who with me?

I see all my niggas with me (Yeah)
A'int no actin shifty (Yeah)
Boy it's grind time, gotta shine (Gotta shine, gotta shine)

Riding through the city (Yeah)
I ain't got no blicky (Yeah)
But it's grind time, gotta shine, so who with me?

I see all my niggas with me (Yeah)
A'int no actin shifty (Yeah)
Boy it's grind time, gotta shine (Gotta shine, gotta shine)

This one for my youngin' who I knew since he was little cub
Growin up, in a jungle that don't give a fuck
If he prosper, or if he fail, best of luck
But I know his Papa, so I'm gon' try to lift him up
So you know I popped up, on the block to chop it up
And we talked about the, things that done fucked him up

Homie seventeen, crowded in his momma's house
They want him to go to school, wants to take the music route
Shouting in the house again, he can't take the shit no more
Doesn't have a lot of friends, brother living out the home
Matter fact he states away, resentment his brother holds
Papa getting up in age, left him there to deal alone

He ain't even legal age, got no legal way to cope
Thank God he don't do no lean, but he do a lotta smoke
Depression, anxiety, I know he ain't diagnosed
Wouldn't go to therapy, if you paid his ass to go

But I see the gold in you, baby boy
You got a gift you gotta roll with it, baby boy
Don't let the voices take control of you, baby boy
Trust your wings, you gon' soar with em, baby boy

We'll be flying through the city
(Gotta shine, gotta shine)
They'll see us flying through the city
(Gotta shine, gotta shine)