Zombie - Aitch

Pull it back I make it clap

Fucking up the map

Got me fillin up the MAC

Shit the studio my trap

Fiends knocking at my door, always tryna get a pack

But you can’t hear me rap if you ain’t tryna spend some racks

Feeling zombie from the cold, zombie from the yak

I forgot my past yeah I can barely hold a chat

Likkle man you lying pop shit, my contacts full of cats

They don’t ask me how I’m doing they’re just on man for a track (Pussy's)

Rest in Peace to set man cause they’re dead to me

Ask me for a bring in but don’t check for me

Now man are in my DM’s tryna lecture me bout how they can’t see me in the Vex

with me

Coming from a place where you get one shot

Make it out or you blast a one pop

Man start moving shady if it’s on top

Pray for all my brothers free my dons locked

Used to have a point to prove

Now I’m just a noisy yout

Tell your little bitch to give a boy the boot

Tryna make some money come and join the crew

If not I’m avoiding you, leave me be just sit back and enjoy the view

Pull it back I make it clap

Fucking up the map

Got me fillin up the MAC

Shit the studio my trap

Fiends knocking at my door, always tryna get a pack

But you can’t hear me rap if you ain’t tryna spend some racks

Feeling zombie from the cold, zombie from the yak

I forgot my past yeah I can barely hold a chat

Likkle man you lying pop shit, my contacts full of cats

They don’t ask me how I’m doing they’re just on man for a track (Pussy's)

Back to work I get it in then I get out the gaff

Got business to attend and if I’ve not I got a pound to splash

Face is bait they know it’s Aitch so I go round the back

Linkin up with bae she make it clap should hear the sound of that

Say they’re on me got me creasing like some AF1's

Said the cookies got me stinking up in Saint Laurent

Swear they hate me on the day because the papers long

But prick you’re paying me my wages when you play the songs

Take a flight I’m going out of the estates

Just landed in LA with 50 thousand in my case

Man had to catch the hands for getting rowdy in my face

Now I’m a bigger man I just get out and walk away

Pull it back I make it clap

Fucking up the map

Got me fillin up the MAC

Shit the studio my trap

Fiends knocking at my door, always tryna get a pack

But you can’t hear me rap if you ain’t tryna spend some racks

Feeling zombie from the cold, zombie from the yak

I forgot my past yeah I can barely hold a chat

Likkle man you lying pop shit, my contacts full of cats

They don’t ask me how I’m doing they’re just on man for a track (Pussy's)