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I’m addicted to the drugs, I can’t stop moving them
I’m addicted to the drugs, I can’t stop using them
I’m addicted to the drugs, I can’t stop moving them
I’m addicted to the drugs, I can’t stop using them
Don’t get it twisted dog, I just said no
Somebody showed me how to make drugs flow
I don’t use em to get high, just for getting fly
Started with a couple ounces just for getting by
Now we passed that, workers moving fast black
I wake up every day thinking where the cash at
The opposite side of addiction is still an addiction
That’s like a high for me each time I fill a prescription
Waking up in cold sweats, looking for a missed call
Still about that fast life, moving like a pitched ball
Shaking and pacing when that good product’s not around
If that ain’t here then Imma have to get it out of town
This addiction got me conflicted, my social life diminished
Every time I chill with bitches I just think about my spinach
I ain’t worried bout scoring, I’m already winning
This world’s an ocean filled with money and my mind is swimming
Thinking bout how I can bottle it and keep it
Fuck the weak shit, my niggas still get work the cheapest
Ain’t no secret, I’m an addict with a habit
I got to have it cause my spending is elaborate
Yo, lucky for you your number one custy
Is nice with the bars, no I never been rusty
Nice with the knife but I never tried to cut meat
Drown my emo shit on wet, get dusted
I guess I decided I’d try anything once
11 out in Queens, Heemy puffing on the blunt
And no it ain’t a gateway, beginning to a great day
Made me feel a great way, still fucking great, ay
I don’t give a fuck about no shape up, let’s get it started
If I don’t shape up, I’m dearly departed
Find your boy dazed, stinking up the apartment
I guess looking back, drinking’s where it started
I was 13, yo I thought it was jiggy
Son rolling round drinking Cisco and 151
Now I’m almost 30 and worried about my liver
Yeah it make me shiver and so I pray to Shiva
So fuck a shape up, I said «call me when you wake up»
Made 5 stacks off a show, get your cake up
My life is for the taking, dough you can rake in
If you don’t got a conscience say when
And where, I’ll meet you, I got a whip
Probably shouldn’t be driving in the fucking state I’m in
But there you go, textbook drug seeking behavior
I don’t even know, Jesus think I need a savior
Think I need something, couple things
Yo Mey, you could meet me, bring a couple things
Leaning off that codeine, you can spot me from the limp
Yo I’ll meet you at the studio bring a lobster and scrimp
I should’ve never told that doctor that my neck hurts
Now it’s 5 am, running around the sector with Hector
I’m blowing cash man, can we work out something special?
Off the record reckon, spit a free verse for your record
Is that good? Is that enough bars?
Can I get my fucking shit now man
(Yeah I got you)
What is that 29 bars, how much shit get me?
(Imma hold you down son, just cross the street right, go in the building.
There’s gonna be a nigga with a mink hat on. He’s gone point you to a little
girl on a scooter, she’s rocking a blonde wig. She’s gone hand it to you,
alright? Good looking. One.)