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Yo, I think I need me some medicine I'm getting sick of these fake niggas Yo, I'd rather not conversate with you I don't got nothing to say to you Yo, Even if we was related, I feel like I'll never relate to you Yea, doctor gon' give me the medicine, I'm getting sick of these fake niggas Yea, medicine, yea, medicine Yea, medicine, yea, medicine Yea, medicine, yea, medicine Yea, medicine, yea, medicine Uh, I gots to find me the cure, I'm starting to get sick of them more Pardon my back while I fool 'em, just drag on the floor I wore this shit right out the store Ain't no better feeling, sick with flow I need Penicilin This that raw shit that Medellin Had your hoe with her legs to ceiling Show the king how that neck be feeling, ah Snatch my soul, shit, Elvis left the building Niggas mad 'cause they less appealing Hustler since my first rap I ain't giving work back, I'ma work that, right Call him out, why, they ain't worth that, right He ain't really mean it he was off that white I ain't never even got to floss no ice I win at life, so you lost that fight (bruh) SongtexteAlready, three bad bitches took a tiger bone shot in 'em Already, spread 'em out different floors in the telly Heavy is the head that wears the crown Imagine how my wrist feel Better think twice sit still Ungrip big pistol hit you make your piss spill Yo, I think I need me some medicine I'm getting sick of these fake niggas Yo, I'd rather not conversate with you I don't got nothing to say to you Yo, Even if we was related, I feel like I'll never relate to you Yea, doctor gon' give me the medicine, I'm getting sick of these fake niggas Yea, medicine, yea, medicine Yea, medicine, yea, medicine Yea, medicine, yea, medicine Yea, medicine, yea, medicine Right, I got to find me the remedy, most of these niggas be frenemies Something be wrong with them mentally, just here to suck up the energy No more benefiting of my shit, I got better vision And so far, that's my best decision, dog, I ain't come from nepotism Where I'm from, only death or prison Curve you, gaff you, only dude was triggered Your own bread up, that's independent S or F yea big fat, next one it's the get back Player haters never prosper Oscar ribeye with the lobster Little nigga fix your posture Keep me something looking proper Resurrect my whole roster Already, dropped Don't Smoke Rock Came back to the block like, "I'm all ready" Next move, put the world on a levy, right A boss supposed to teach his team to fish A few done jumped the gun and seen the cliff Computer beef for what my G, that's riff A bunch of frauds with faker jewelery kits Yo, I think I need me some medicine I'm getting sick of these fake niggas Yo, I'd rather not conversate with you I don't got nothing to say to you Yo, Even if we was related, I feel like I'll never relate to you Yea, doctor gon' give me the medicine, I'm getting sick of these fake niggas Yea, medicine, yea, medicine Yea, medicine, yea, medicine Yea, medicine, yea, medicine Yea, medicine, yea, medicine Aus Songtexte Mania