GIVE ME YOUR RX (feat. Son Soul)
Wait
Hold up
Whatchu gone do
Coming in hot
I'm that mother fuckin dude
Alright, brake
Load up
Gotta pay your dues
I gotta shot
That'll put them to snooze
Why you passed out on the floor when you need to put your hands up
I just knocked on your door you say you're dry well man get your grams up
I'll be back in a minute now
Running out
Finding out
I got a doubt
My account is at zero
Thereabouts a lie
Money back at home
Don't assume, need to go and think twice
Need to go and think twice
Buying it over priced
I don't need advice
Got that self-sacrifice
Like a little spice
Add it up nice
Like I'm rolling some dice
Number going up
And that's real tight
Like a knight with some armor baby that real bright
Bang on your chest like the king of the jungle
I'm ready to rumble
I'm poppin that bubble
I do what I want and I stay out of trouble
Arachnid is here to spit bars and stay humble
Back on that grind
Only spit one time
Like a solid to vapor
I'll make you sublime
Dirty with a pistol
Bruh you could call me Rick grimes
And I'm writing these raps
In like no time
Forty is blissful
You might catch a fistful
Arthur Morgan
I'm killing O'Driscolls
My name is not Malcolm
But I'm in the middle
My whistle belittle
Move fast like a missle
You better beware
Might trip in a pit of despair
Shit's a family affair
Even when we're not physically there
We're mentally guest-starring in your nightmares
I'm in the electric-chair
I'm sipping a beer all without a care
There
Shit's barely frizzing my hair
I'm feeling it
Sniffing that million air
Sniffing that million air!
Shit isn't fair
Nadda, Boom-bang
We're kicking it like the two legs of Lui Kang
I got the food-chain on my belt loop
Y'all are food-grade
I go Gloop
I'm leaving you ruing blue-faced like you're a Fugate
New or a doom's day
Shoot to play, you choose
And vamoose
Salute
No undo but come through a one, two
Bid adu
Yah dude
Why you poppin pills
Opiates, ya you might die
Looking for a thrill
But in the end you catch a life line
I don't want a reason to hate you but now I do
Drinking it up until your sober
Liver, alcohol be running through
Gobbledygook
Bitch I am shook
Suck on your vape
But you know it's not good
Sober, uncooked
Let off the hook
Writing these lyrics
Like I'm writing a book
Poet I know it
The rhyme with the flowing
I'm getting it going
I'm fly like a Boeing
I'm hoping I'm floating
Not closed to unknowing's
Promoting my music
You see that we're growing
Hold up
Whatchu gone do
Coming in hot
I'm that mother fuckin dude
Alright, brake
Load up
Gotta pay your dues
I gotta shot
That'll put them to snooze
Why you passed out on the floor when you need to put your hands up
I just knocked on your door you say you're dry well man get your grams up
I'll be back in a minute now
Running out
Finding out
I got a doubt
My account is at zero
Thereabouts a lie
Money back at home
Don't assume, need to go and think twice
Need to go and think twice
Buying it over priced
I don't need advice
Got that self-sacrifice
Like a little spice
Add it up nice
Like I'm rolling some dice
Number going up
And that's real tight
Like a knight with some armor baby that real bright
Bang on your chest like the king of the jungle
I'm ready to rumble
I'm poppin that bubble
I do what I want and I stay out of trouble
Arachnid is here to spit bars and stay humble
Back on that grind
Only spit one time
Like a solid to vapor
I'll make you sublime
Dirty with a pistol
Bruh you could call me Rick grimes
And I'm writing these raps
In like no time
Forty is blissful
You might catch a fistful
Arthur Morgan
I'm killing O'Driscolls
My name is not Malcolm
But I'm in the middle
My whistle belittle
Move fast like a missle
You better beware
Might trip in a pit of despair
Shit's a family affair
Even when we're not physically there
We're mentally guest-starring in your nightmares
I'm in the electric-chair
I'm sipping a beer all without a care
There
Shit's barely frizzing my hair
I'm feeling it
Sniffing that million air
Sniffing that million air!
Shit isn't fair
Nadda, Boom-bang
We're kicking it like the two legs of Lui Kang
I got the food-chain on my belt loop
Y'all are food-grade
I go Gloop
I'm leaving you ruing blue-faced like you're a Fugate
New or a doom's day
Shoot to play, you choose
And vamoose
Salute
No undo but come through a one, two
Bid adu
Yah dude
Why you poppin pills
Opiates, ya you might die
Looking for a thrill
But in the end you catch a life line
I don't want a reason to hate you but now I do
Drinking it up until your sober
Liver, alcohol be running through
Gobbledygook
Bitch I am shook
Suck on your vape
But you know it's not good
Sober, uncooked
Let off the hook
Writing these lyrics
Like I'm writing a book
Poet I know it
The rhyme with the flowing
I'm getting it going
I'm fly like a Boeing
I'm hoping I'm floating
Not closed to unknowing's
Promoting my music
You see that we're growing
Credits
Writer(s): Justin Ayers
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