Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Antidote, artist - Smoke DZA. Album song Not for Sale, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 19.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
The Antidote |
| Yo I think I need me some medicine |
| I’m getting sick of these fake niggas |
| I’d rather not conversate with you |
| I don’t got nothing to say to you |
| Even if we was related I feel like I’ll never relate to you |
| Doctor gon' give me the medicine I’m getting sick of these fake niggas |
| Yea, medicine, yea medicine |
| Yea, medicine, yea medicine |
| Yea, medicine, yea medicine |
| Yea, medicine, yea medicine |
| I gots to find me the cure, I’m starting to get sick of them more |
| Pardon my back while that full-length just drag on the floor |
| I wore this shit right out the store |
| Ain’t no better feeling, sick with flow I need Penicilin |
| This that raw shit that Medellin |
| Been had your hoe with her legs to ceilings |
| Show the king how that neck be feeling, ah |
| Snatch my soul shit Elvis left the building |
| Niggas mad cause they less appealing |
| Hustler since my first rap |
| I ain’t giving work back Imma work that (Right) |
| Call him out, why, they ain’t worth that (Right) |
| He ain’t really mean it he was off that white |
| I ain’t never even got to floss no ice |
| I win at life so you lost that fight (Riiight) |
| Already, three bad bitches took a tiger bone shot |
| In 'em, already, spread 'em out different floors in the telly (wooh) |
| Heavy is the head that wears the crown |
| Imagine how my wrist feel |
| Better think twice sit still |
| Ungrip big pistol hit you make your piss spill |
| Yo I think I need me some medicine |
| I’m getting sick of these fake niggas |
| I’d rather not conversate with you |
| I don’t got nothing to say to you |
| Even if we was related I feel like I’ll never relate to you |
| Doctor gon' give me the medicine I’m getting sick of these fake niggas |
| Yea, medicine, yea medicine |
| Yea, medicine, yea medicine |
| Yea, medicine, yea medicine |
| Yea, medicine, yea medicine |
| Right |
| I got to find me the remedy most of these niggas be frenemies |
| Something be wrong with them mentally just here to suck up the energy |
| No more benefitting of my shit I got better vision |
| And so far thats my best decision dog I ain’t come from nepotism |
| Where I’m from only death or prison ah |
| Curve you, gaff your only dude was trendin' |
| Your own bread up, that’s independent |
| S or F yea big fat, next one its the get back |
| Player haters never prosper |
| Oscar ribeye with the lobster |
| Little nigga fix your posture |
| Keep me something looking proper |
| Resurrect my whole roster |
| Already, dropped Don’t Smoke Rock |
| Came back to the block like, I’m all ready |
| Next move put the world on a levy, right |
| A boss supposed to teach his team to fish |
| A few done jumped the gun and seen the cliff |
| Computer beef for what my G, that’s riff |
| A bunch of frauds with faker jewelery kits |
| Yo I think I need me some medicine |
| I’m getting sick of these fake niggas |
| I’d rather not conversate with you |
| I don’t got nothing to say to you |
| Even if we was related I feel like I’ll never relate to you |
| Doctor gon' give me the medicine I’m getting sick of these fake niggas |
| Yea, medicine, yea medicine |
| Yea, medicine, yea medicine |
| Yea, medicine, yea medicine |
| Yea, medicine, yea medicine |