| Prescription drugs, show me love
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| Percocets, Adderall
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| Xanny bars, get codeine involved
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| Stuck in this body high, can’t shake it off
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| I’m falling off, I can’t hold a thought
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| What’s wrong with me? |
| Now depression creep
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| I’m stressing deep, even in my sleep
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| My mommy call, I hit ignore
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| My daughter calls, I press ignore
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| My chin press on my chest, my knees press the floor
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| I’m blanking out, woke up on the couch
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| Dinner on my shirt, my stomach hurts
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| I had a ball sellin' 80s but yo, the karma’s worse
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| I cry when nothing’s wrong, I’m mad when peace is involved
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| My senses harmed, sluggish ruggish
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| A couple Xannies popped, open my pill box
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| Prescription drugs
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| Daddy, daddy
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| What’s wrong, daddy?!
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| Wake up!
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| Wake up!
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| Prescription drugs, I fell in love
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| My little secret, she gon' kill a thug
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| My body numb, she like to give me hugs
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| I love her touch, I get a rush
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| When she don’t come around, I start to go nuts
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| My heart erupts, I’m curled in pain
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| My phone ring, ring and ring and ring
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| If you ain’t selling drugs, then I don’t hear a thing
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| May 7, Ali calls, p.m. |
| of 6:45, I finally answer this time
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| He said «Come to the stu', I’m mixing all your rhymes»
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| I don’t decline, at least that’s in my mind
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| Grab the keys, need some 'Woods for the trees
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| Dap the clerk 'fore I leave, max on my AC
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| Continue right, remember seeing light
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| Why it’s night? |
| But that’s my life
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| Prescription drugs
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| What’s wrong?
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| You tired?
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| You mad?
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| Okay, I love you, daddy
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| Uh, let me get some there for 20 dollars watch, 20 dollars
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| You can get one for 40, 45, 50, 55, 60, whatever, nigga
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| Seattle, what' up? |
| Bitch, you gon' love me forever!
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| Just stopped sellin' crack today (Crack today-day-day)
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| I just stopped sellin' crack today (What you say? What you say-say?)
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| O-X-Y, I’m moron
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| O-X-Y, I’m moron (Uh!)
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| Just stopped sellin' crack today (Crack today-day, yeah)
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| I just stopped sellin' crack today (What you say? What you say?)
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| O-X-Y, I’m moron
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| O-X-Y, I’m moron
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| (Yeah, uh
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| Yeah, uh)
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| Crazy, got my stash somewhere in her Mercedes
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| 80's, get these off that new shoes for my baby
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| Oxy, I don’t know no Pablo or no papi
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| What you know about a pill, plus a 8-ball
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| You gotta re-up 50 times just to get a rack off, ungh
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| I can get a hundred of 'em, make over 3 G’s
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| Only took two days, only re-up'd one time
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| Where the sun barely shine and it rain for about
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| Nine months out the year, man it’s something right here
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| For Seattle nigga, cheers
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| When I look up at y’all city like lookin' in the mirror
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| Damn near had a career, just might shed a tear, ungh
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| Man, this shit right here for my niggas who ain’t make it home
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| Sitting on a tear, got a dap to a nigga bright in here
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| Feeling life ain’t fair
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| If I was in your shoes, I would’ve copped, don’t care
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| Had a scene, had the medics like clear, ungh
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| Big body cold like a Polar Bear, ungh
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| I done sold more shit than hookers
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| Expensive tees, resemble a push up
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| Stopped selling crack, cause white don’t fuck with niggas
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| Uh—vanity slave, got whips and chains
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| Dirty money, clean money the same
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| Even if I got life I ain’t saying a name
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| Just stopped sellin' crack today (Crack today-day-day)
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| I just stopped sellin' crack today (What you say? What you say-say?)
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| O-X-Y, I’m moron
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| O-X-Y, I’m moron (Uh!)
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| Just stopped sellin' crack today (Crack today-day, yeah)
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| I just stopped sellin' crack today (What you say? What you say?)
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| O-X-Y, I’m moron
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| O-X-Y, I’m moron
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| Groovy, when I die tell Spike Lee make a movie
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| Ooh wee, cops bringing dogs
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| Hope they don’t sniff my bitch booty
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| Oxy, O-X-Y, only feel like I could stop me
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| Quincy, now how you nigga sliding up
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| Every now and then in a Bentley?
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| Easy, 60−40−50
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| You can get one for 30 if you let me hold your titty
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| Let a nigga fuck then my dogs see your kitty
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| Just stopped selling crack today
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| When it get hot, smoke a pill, watch it glide like Dr. J
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| I prescribe you, I’m your doctor, kay?
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| You can crush this shit, you can sniff this shit
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| You can take this shit, you can smoke this shit
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| Do you like this shit, nigga?
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| Your brain go numb, synthetic heroin
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| Without the injections, do the same love and affection
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| How could they say feeling good is an addiction?
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| But the world is full of shit, so I don’t listen
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| In fact «We living to die» is a contradiction
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| So trapping in a Nissan, O-X-Y, I keep 'em, O-X-Y, you need one
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| Just stopped sellin' crack today (Crack today-day-day)
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| I just stopped sellin' crack today (What you say? What you say-say?)
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| O-X-Y, I’m moron
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| O-X-Y, I’m moron (Uh!)
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| Just stopped sellin' crack today (Crack today-day, yeah)
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| I just stopped sellin' crack today (What you say? What you say?)
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| O-X-Y, I’m moron
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| O-X-Y, I’m moron |