Flatbush Zombies – U&I

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Flatbush Zombies – U&I Lyrics

[Intro: Diamante] Don’t be anxious, so impatient
‘Cause I-I-I want to hold you close and never let go

[Bridge: Juice] Yeah, she said baby don’t go
But you and I got to be for you and I
This that do or die, pour, pimp
Shit recording in the sky
And I get so high that I forgot ’bout last night
Yeah, she said baby don’t go
But you and I got to be for you and I
This that do or die, pour, pimp
Shit recording in the sky
And I get so high that I forgot ’bout last night

[Chorus: Erick & Juice] In a world (in a world)
Full of bees (full of bees)
We see diamonds (we see diamonds)
We see keys (we see keys)
If the issue (if the issue)
Talk to me (talk to me)
If I miss you (If I miss you)
It’s ’cause you’re deep (it’s ’cause you’re deep)
In a world (in a world)
Full of bees (full of bees)
We see diamonds (we see diamonds)
We see keys (we see keys)
If the issue (if the issue)
Talk to me (talk to me)
If I miss you (If I miss you)
It’s ’cause you’re deep (it’s ’cause you’re deep)

[Verse 1: Erick] Ooh, I say we struggle
It’s hard livin’, streets have been unforgiving
Smoke weed, hold deep conversations with winners
‘Cause these my brothers, love ’em to death
Written in stone, so when I’m gone
They huggin’ our breath

[Verse 2: Juice] Yeah, I’m patiently waiting
But I don’t really give a fuck if we ain’t in your rotation
I put the heart up on this bitch and can’t nobody take it
Brooklyn niggas, we take it
Flatbush baby, gon’ make it
Check it
But these my brothers, love ’em to death
Written in stone, until I’m gone
We puffin’ the death
No concern, nah
Compare us, how?
Cool milli off the merch
[?] [Verse 3: Erick] I put the bread down on something i wanted for years
If my brother need some money, man Imma prolly sell that shit
Break it into pieces ooh wow there it is
Brothers make real beats bomb lyricist
Brothers look the other way
Nothing come to trouble [?] This is why I love you dog
Smoking at your mama’s crib
My brother not a local
My brother travel continents
No need to find a hotel
My brothers got the [?] [Verse 4: Meechy] Debra’s only son
He was conceived in King’s County
That was ’89, by ’92 he was already rowdy
Misunderstood since he crawled out the womb, the only child
And his momma working three jobs, woman dealing with drama
‘Cause I was wildin’, he used to rarely see his father
They seperated, couldn’t keep his dick in his pajamas
Because he was out there hustling, trying to be a provider
Tryin’ to turn a pretty penny into a million dollars
Tell you ’bout my family, that bipolar disorder
And due to karma my first youngin’ gon’ be a daughter
When I was 5, I told my mama I wanted to die
And then we cry, the crazy shit, man, it wasn’t a lie
Man, this life is filled with stressin’
So much oppression
Call me New York City Nas, I sit alone and reflect
Took me 28 years to realize that I’m blessed
My gran died from cancer, I quit them cigarettes
Weight of world on my shoulder
I just finished my reps
All addicted to drugs, we all addicted to sex
Feeling so self destructive
Took my 5 digits check and coped some bigger baguettes
Take a look at my writing, finger charm on my neck
Still in touch with myself, that flashy shit won’t proveil
I really be shopping for happiness
But that shit ain’t for sale
And if you don’t show ’em then they gon’ think you do it well
I heard that blood is thicker than them Atlanta strippers
But these my brothers, they ain’t got real brothers to know the difference
And Erick if I could, I’d give your mama my kidney
Cause she’s my moma too
I promise you I ride for my niggas, die for my niggas
Load .45 Rat-tat, Homicide for my niggas
Word up, cause you my brothers
Love ’em to death, written in stone
I take my heart and rip it off my chest
To prove to you that it’s Zombie gang
Rotten flesh, that’s to the death
Nigga no more nothing less
True indeed, [?] I’m taking care of your seeds
Even if that means [?] Fuck custody
She wildin’ out on [?] I’m like give that bitch what she needs
Just please
I guess I still got alot to maturing to do
I know we still got a whole lot of touring to do
This game is supposed to be locked in
I leak through like [?] [?] Ouh, it’s Darky baby [?] My grand-daddy got 8 balls come and get cue
I come from the struggle motherfucker can get a clip
Headshot, red dot, [?] [Chorus: Erick & Juice] In a world (in a world)
Full of bees (full of bees)
We see diamonds (we see diamonds)
We see keys (we see keys)
If the issue (if the issue)
Talk to me (talk to me)
If I miss you (If I miss you)
It’s ’cause you’re deep (it’s ’cause you’re deep)
In a world (in a world)
Full of bees (full of bees)
We see diamonds (we see diamonds)
We see keys (we see keys)
If the issue (if the issue)
Talk to me (talk to me)
If I miss you (If I miss you)
It’s ’cause you’re deep (it’s ’cause you’re deep)