S.T.R.E.A.M. Anthem
Uh
Jef P
The P Stands for pharmaceutical By the way
Shout out to D.C man
NE man
Muhfuckin city
If you gotta jay in your hand
Go head and light that muhfucker
Uh
I'm the machine
The beat is the car
And i got the keys
Weapons of mass destruction
You just gotta add the weed
Anxiety attacking
I never go to Sleep
Ain't no other drug in the world that i think could treat
My cynical problems
I got major issues
One second I'm toting a gun
Next second I'm toting the tissues
Who would ever thought
That we'd ever make it official
Put that man in your pocket
Best believe I'm gon blitz you
I'm tryin make it right
Let me live my life with you
Say the word i take this flight
And spend my nights with you
Take you somewhere nice Spend a date night with you
Rather that stay home
And just get high with you
My heart came a long way from An icicle
But you was always there riding
Like a bicycle
So imma put it on you
While the Sunlight hits you
Or we can wait till dark
See how them skin tights fit you
You know I'm just playing
But you been on my mind like Yellow hair on super Sayain
I'm tryna figure out who put This jay up in my hand
I rather not do drugs
I need you to understand
I have Impulses and Urges
i never could withstand
You think i really had this kind Of life in my plans
The closest losing hope
While I'm attaining all these fans
And they said i couldn't do it
But guess what bitch i can
And i will
Do it by myself don't need to kill My shit is priceless
So
Don't need no multimillion deal
This ain't talent
This that skill
This that real
I guess its skrill
This that hot hot hot
Boy don't you touch that Motherfucking grill
If i wanted i could do this off of
Drugs and sex appeal
But you only get this type of flow
When you had yo time to heal
Man they need they time to heal
Listen
These Niggaz need they time to Heal
Listen
Uh
Don't need the badges or the clout
Just need some reassurance
When I check my bank Account
My brother hit me up
Said he feeling down and out
I said no worries my Nigga
I say we gon make it out
Uh
Don't need the badges or the clout
Just need some reassurance
When I check my bank Account
My brother hit me up
Said he feeling down and out
I say no worries my Nigga
I say we gon make it out
Uh
Jef P
The P Stands for pharmaceutical By the way
Shout out to D.C man
NE man
Muhfuckin city
If you gotta jay in your hand
Go head and light that muhfucker
Uh
I'm the machine
The beat is the car
And i got the keys
Weapons of mass destruction
You just gotta add the weed
Anxiety attacking
I never go to Sleep
Ain't no other drug in the world that i think could treat
My cynical problems
I got major issues
One second I'm toting a gun
Next second I'm toting the tissues
Who would ever thought
That we'd ever make it official
Put that man in your pocket
Best believe I'm gon blitz you
I'm tryin make it right
Let me live my life with you
Say the word i take this flight
And spend my nights with you
Take you somewhere nice Spend a date night with you
Rather that stay home
And just get high with you
My heart came a long way from An icicle
But you was always there riding
Like a bicycle
So imma put it on you
While the Sunlight hits you
Or we can wait till dark
See how them skin tights fit you
You know I'm just playing
But you been on my mind like Yellow hair on super Sayain
I'm tryna figure out who put This jay up in my hand
I rather not do drugs
I need you to understand
I have Impulses and Urges
i never could withstand
You think i really had this kind Of life in my plans
The closest losing hope
While I'm attaining all these fans
And they said i couldn't do it
But guess what bitch i can
And i will
Do it by myself don't need to kill My shit is priceless
So
Don't need no multimillion deal
This ain't talent
This that skill
This that real
I guess its skrill
This that hot hot hot
Boy don't you touch that Motherfucking grill
If i wanted i could do this off of
Drugs and sex appeal
But you only get this type of flow
When you had yo time to heal
Man they need they time to heal
Listen
These Niggaz need they time to Heal
Listen
Uh
Don't need the badges or the clout
Just need some reassurance
When I check my bank Account
My brother hit me up
Said he feeling down and out
I said no worries my Nigga
I say we gon make it out
Uh
Don't need the badges or the clout
Just need some reassurance
When I check my bank Account
My brother hit me up
Said he feeling down and out
I say no worries my Nigga
I say we gon make it out
Uh
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Writer(s): Jeffrey Plaza Jr
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