Lyrics:
keep the crowd lit
Need a sedative
This a different medicine
Edible
Only one bite feel incredible
This another episode
Take it shot by shot
I get
moving forward see man I'm always just pressing on
Music my medicine never hesitant to take it all
Yeah putting everything I got into this entirely
It
heaven sent
If you need some healing let my words be the medicine
Shinning like the sun chain bright as Thomas Edison
I'm the best aint no questioning
Turn
the anti, oouu she fancy
Sipping' Brandy till she came out her panties
I ain't right, but wrong is how you rubbed me
Pull up faster than Jimmy John's and let
rippin' through your dome
Mr. John John my best not trip, cause we just dropped his low
I just flocked a nigga nic, Austin, he a sucker
It's norcoK, fuck
enough, well I
I overheard a couple guys at the Papa John's Joint
Talk about life and the things that they enjoy
After all the talk then they got
nigga like me sick no need for no medicine.. Bishop & Keen (What!)
You betta believe you gotta leave
before you get a couple in ya belly..
Keena better
You know I be in the yo
This that weed 'em up bitch
229 free my nigga
Cool man, we ball U John, I promise nigga
DJ Lil Jackboy tell a friend nigga
a bigger picture
Spit kicker never spit the
Poison like the liquor
That's filling up your nigga liver
It's more like the herbal medicine -
Purple lettuce
that Lex shit
Statewide to oversea tours, nigga reck shit
Calisthetics and Tae Bo, on some flex shit
Mike Piazza, John Franco, on some Mets shit
Pinch
on analog sounds pounds of rocket tars
Microchips incredible antibiotic medicine better than Octo
Although created by the master genius
You seen
then he cried when DJ Quik came
A day in the life of a playa name Free
When John Mayer told the world
He didn't CARE for me
But look at Obama in
be wearing my Letterman jacket
Reach in your pocket (Mollies) medicine packet
Let 'em attack it cause that's my regular tactic
‘Cuz that's what
cold, I need medicine (bitch)
Put the mink on my back, bitches know my game (ay)
5, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, swang (swang)
Top drop-top file, let my nuts hang
God, the Black Christ
Elegant stance
Clothes fit me like a crime boss
The medicine man
I see the world collapsing, young pregnancies
Young girls are
nigga like the pogo
(like the pogo)
All these bitches wanna be up in my videos
I might get a tattoo and my go
John Cena you can't see a nigga
I've been
and catch a flow I like to think like I'm Big Sean
I'm not in it for the dough you think like that I want you gone
Every song I make I vent oh it's a medicine
Its Young John the wicked producer
You're everything I want and more
I dey your door and I no go commot
My medicine my paracetamol
Baby on God
medicine
Whine your body like Yvonne Nelson
Your body like Yvonne Nelson
Whine your body like Yvonne Nelson
Girl I got your medicine
Girl I do like
done pulled up, Saint Laurent don
With the long john in the coupe
Know I get all baby, I got sauce, baby
Like it's wonton in the soup
And I feel like
the herbs, the herbs, the herbs
And make the chalice go so rrrrrr, rrrrrr, rrrrrr
Come from St John
Sensimilla from Clarendon
The good smoke dem say come
head will get blown like John F Kennedy's Dome
Ain't no tellin' bailin' from 12 like Emory Jones
Raise rebellion ready to kill like fentanyl pills
by seasoning
Up my mind with see Jane run, see John walk in a hardcore New York
It doesn't exist no way, no how
It seems to me that in a school
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Been up, yeah, yes
Still holdin' my head up, me dead or in jail
But that's what they want
But that's what
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