Medic8

Went from meditating
Straight right off to medicatin'
No,no nicotine THC up in ma head
(Woah oh slaat)
I'm running for the bag
You can keep your crown and your clout this for the bag

It's Ws on Ws,I'm sick and tired of these Ls
Grab ma apron hit the kitchen boy I do it for these cheques
More backwoods less stress second pull done clear ma head
No diamonds glistening on ma wrist what you expect I'm a pedestrian
Boy this ain't no flex but in my DMs it's your bitch
Talking bout she tryna kick it you could tell she on a mission
I took ma shot,boy I swear I never miss it
She showed the spot,then I knew I had to hit it



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Writer(s): Reabetsoe Reabetsoe
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