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I got the stuff
- I got that shit that’ll make you rob, steal or kill,
- I’ve seen mother fuckers throw away everything for a single pill.
- I got that shit that’ll make you sell your xbox, weed dirty like sex talk,
- 10 crack commandments; I wrote the drug dealin’ bible.
- I’m fiendin’, I need it, for survival
- Friends stick around like bleach stains
- Just call me dude, we don’t speak names,
- cause when my product leak through each of your veins you feel the release of pain
- Now pay up cause I need the same,
- That’s what these drugs do
- Say that they love you just so they can fuck you,
- But fuck it you’ve got fun to have and a will to lose and I got pills to move.
- I’ve got drugs to do so it’s nothing’ new.
- Bricks in check, let’s risk death, get the cigarette dipped in wet, I’m not ready for reality yet.
- They’ll take everything
- That’s what these drugs do
- Strip your motivation, jail, probation, heavenly elevation
- That’s what these drugs do
- I can see the veins on the side of my pupils
- I’m high enough to talk to cupid
- He gave me some Jesus powder and told me how to move it,
- your mind is beautiful and it’s cheap to lose it
- Plus, I drink stupid and my shrink thinks I’m using.
- This hip hop shit is my theme music
- tryin’ to reach the scarface dream though
- it sip lean, lit weak, I trip Lucy, sell amphetamines to buy ketamine,
- I’ve see lives ruined, people die, but I get high and put it in my music
- This drug problem I’ve fine tuned it, I use it,
- Abusive to these hallucinogens, shrooms make life cartoons,
- Look the moons movin’, my blood itches,
- I’ve scratched my skin to the bone,
- Fuck stitches, the drugs fuck with us.
- Jesus Christmas dust in thick blunts, hit it once and can’t get enough, binges, woke up already away 3 days in the past, still baked
- If this rush is real, life is fake
- Let’s see how much pain I can take before I have to escape
- They’ll take everything
- That’s what these drugs do
- Strip your motivation, Jail, probation, heavenly elevation
- That’s what these drugs do
- I’m sorry mom and dad, that little Charlie is a problem bad,
- sicker than a vomit bag
- Ether clogged rag, inhalants make time lag,
- Where’s my motherfuckin’ mind at? HANDS OFF MY BAG!
- Do E pills really kill?
- Pink hills, half unconscious but I manage to drink still,
- My ink sinks into the stationary, reezin the revolutionary,
- Call me a god, call me legendary, me and mary got married space carried loud on the clouds
- I’ll come down when I’m buried, life is scary. I know it well
- Drugs are bad,
- They fuckin’ ruined my life.
- But I got a couple hits,
- If you wanna do them tonight?
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