Making Addicts

We was born when Hell was on Earth
That was the 90's
That explains why we all crazy as hell
& that's puttin it mildly
I was- I was- I was been told that I'm mad disrespectful
That ain't even true cuz the shit got levels
I can get nasty, Insults by the handful
I'll have your ego baked like Gretel & Hansel
Tryna get my diamond up, y'all be on petty cash
It's 10k a feature, cuz look where I'm tryna be living at
Move out by them tracks
Movin' out them tracks
Like we cooking crack
Swap the T for the C, you'll want it just as bad
I'm not worse at making enemies, I'm worse at making friends
If not worse I'm making addicts my nigga
At the show the bass jumpin' out the bag my nigga
Just came from the lab my nigga
I'm the scientist, sensory architect

I'm getting jiggy with the bag in minutes
I tag the witness then laugh too long at the critics
They ain't do what we did & couldn't do it how we did it
& now I'm in that backroom straight counting up my digits

straight counting up my digits

straight counting up them digits



Credits
Writer(s): Deven Richard Knight
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