[Verse 1: Patrick Zae]
Take a sip from the fountain of youth
And fuck anybody that would doubt we the truth
Oh God, please don't let him drop another classic
Passion of the Christ, passing for the lights, tragic
Me and my gorillaz on a beach that's made of plastic
My presidential cabinet, every ones a savage
I campaign, never been good at co-op
These dudes will try to go gold then they go bronze
No way jose, they saying go zae
Like hoes play Coldplay and I think it's so gay
Wait, what does happiness really mean to you?
To me it's smoking with your girl in her vehicle
Oh 12 passing by, baby got keep it cool
Funny most your favorite rappers wouldn't fuck with me in school
Killing their high from the Eiffel that they fall
Dog, all that climbing just so you could hit the floor?
These girls be in a flock like the vinyls on the wall
While my rivals be in awe the way they riding on my balls
Keep back lil man, they be saying "G damn"
Parental advisory for all of RGs fans
How they gonna react? Better mind your bees wax
Put me on the wax, prolly tax like 3 stacks
Submarine when I flow way I'm sinking crews
Deep 30,000 feet that's unthinkable
Lieutenant surge cause my buzz like pikachu
It's the rhyme scheme from 11, why you be confused?
We refuse to go hang with you lames
Dang it these dames maintaining they frames
My brain stay saying "Damn Zae, think I'm baked"
How can you hate when you have to wait at the gates?
[Verse 2: Don Cook]
When I came in the game it was ill intent
I said ewlgh as director and I killed the set
The big deal from OAK HILL and I will accept
The levitation invitation, put this pill in hand
Bottoms up, test of tolerance
Swallowing the sorrow but I borrowed it
Problems couldn't call if they was hollering
Product of the Marshall Mathers stardom from the start of it
Went to start to my project after all the Patrick songs I'd hear
Father stretch my hands to these Atlanta broads
Once a year like Santa Claus
Straight cash homie like Randy Moss
Great hand lotion like Hannibal
Say it in the moment like a cannonball
Hand em off the flow like
Y'all sing the same song I'm singing
Can't you all think the same thoughts I'm thinking
Can't you all lean the same line I'm leaning
Can't you all bring the same wine I'm drinking
Like Lord, how about an eighth, not more?
How about you save my core?
How about you take my gourde?
Pour wit it some faith to repay
Yo I may just pray a little more
Don't play this little boy for anything
May seem insecure but he's bored so better stay back
It's a chore to support all the bigger name acts
My ass just warming the bench, no baseball bat
Coming from a fairly small background
Father was already on tracks going way back, past now
Future later, Imma drop facts like New Years Day
Imma call Ye back, got him saying
"Aye man, I'm just at the bank man
I'll call you an uber later, I'm out on a date man
I just dropped Yeezy Season 3, TLOP can wait now
I just bought my lady tres anillos in LA Pau"
I just wanna bounce, I just wanna blow a half an ounce
Shawty she can roll a black and mild
Told her I'll control myself for now but the loud's
In my system, in minute, imma blow this bitch down
Homie this is our house
[Verse 3: RG]
Young Ye in the makin
Ever since Pink Lemonade, they been hatin
Talkin bout how my whole sound ain't amazin
Some how I made it to they most played playlist
Face it, you can't really evade greatness
Lately, I been givin em my a game
Anybody who was sleepin on me is awaken
Ok you lames needa start prayin
I can't spend a day with these fakers
Making money off ideas that I gave em
Next time Imma need compensation
Next time Imma need some more payments
Next time I'm in the house of God
Imma ask God to rid of yall
All of my squad, upper echelon
God bless all the real friends I got
Y'all been livin in the minute, I'm in infinite
Any time I'm in the buildin they act different but I'm chillin
Cause I'm illest with the lyrics and they never seem to get it
How a Christian killin all these other rappers independent
And I won't leave till my whole team's on top
Make these rappers look into a new job
Need beats? Imma need three gs, large
Less you gon snap like Oshea and Don
Funny how nobody's around when you dyin
But I'm the first person that they hit up for designs
Can't even do it homie, I don't got the time
Hit my line when your done tryin to be fye
Cause everybody knows that the youth takin over
Came a long way from the middle school loner
How my light lit in a room full of stoners?
I'm what happens when Hova meets Jehovah
They been askin when I plan to drop
I got a couple hidden gems on my laptop
And everybody gets a lil wreckless at the top
Maybe that's why we don't trust the cops
Cause they feel like they greater than me
And I feel like the greatest mc
And they want all my people to leave
Trump wall won't be greater than we
[Verse 4: Oshea]
One time for the vermin
Free sundaes that's the new church sermon
In the same vein got the rude girls twerking
Huge curves perkin, we insiders, you third person
Leaned back, cuz them D bags can't murk em
We spazzed off the weed packs that's certain
Speed past locals in the booth cause ya dude spew truth
Deuce deuce get loose when it's urgent
Only niggas out screaming "Fuck the rules"
All the other niggas tryna run a ruse
Duck and move cuz I'm loose
See the other fuck niggas look confused
If them niggas wanna piece, chuck the deuce
Imma loose cannon
Mad Green like I'm Bruce Banner
Mad teens know we doing damage
Fuck ya season we the reason for the New Atlanta
Fuck ya season salty divas need a newer banner
I need up move out here
I need that shit that's not for mortal eyes
So drop a classic get immortalised
And problem solved but popping off is done with
Anything but truth I guess there's more to lies
But me and Don gon keep it fortified
You niggas borderline dead to me enemies do not count shit
Lit tryna lamp my camp looking like auschwitz
Out switching lanes, bitching lames still stuck on they couches
If there's I learned, that it ain't shit less it bounces
Counting the minutes to launch then we off
Niggas not getting me close to exhausted it awful
But awkward is finna be awesome, the flossing
Gon start after we give em the part, then it's on nigga
Gon head give the homies the reason
Cuz may is gon be mayday and pay-day and then I'm leaving
I'm gon till november so better get ya propellers together
If it ain't fly it ain't flying nigga we seizing this season
Animal Crackers was written by WHATUPRG & Don Rello & Patrick Zae.
Animal Crackers was produced by .
Patrick Zae released Animal Crackers on Sun Mar 27 2016.