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