Audiopium
(专辑: Nyck @ Knight - 2017)
Sounds like another word Yeah, Kirk, you gotta add your shit to this Yeah, yo, my nigga, don't even trip I
ain't tripping You know we get the
dollar slices for free Yeah, too broke shit Yeah, yeah, bankrolls ya bitch Know what I'm saying? We got them fiends round All the
way round the
block twice, nigga Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go (Pro Era!) Beast Coast stunna 'bout to feast this summer Brand new pies, got the
pizza coming This dough man don't need no oven My dope-heads they need that Audiopium, audio Audiopium, audio Beast Coast stunna 'bout to feast this summer Brand new pies, got the
pizza coming This dough man don't need no oven My dope-heads they need that Audiopium, audio Audiopium, audio Yeah, I'm about to cop some more, it's on me, got the
guap I'm toured And cops circle 'round the
block, know it's time for sure (Ayo, keep that shit low nigga) Lock the
door This shit pop when I
got the
chord And I
need more money yeah, por favor And I
sell a
ton can't wait, hold some more Serve bass, got loud, got more in store If you ain't do it like I
do it, you ain't popping boy Rap, no pop, record They got fiend by the
back up cause, backing off With the
price of crack, that could crack your jaw Then running with the
packs like I
pack them all And we running like a
pack of dogs, pack the
floor The
pack blast heat leave 'em lacking thoughts They can feel it in the
streets so we tax 'em off I
gotta break up all my piece let 'em blast it off, audiopium Beast Coast stunna 'bout to feast this summer Brand new pies, got the
pizza coming This dough man don't need no oven My dope-heads they need that Audiopium, audio Audiopium, audio Beast Coast stunna 'bout to feast this summer Brand new pies, got the
pizza coming This dough man don't need no oven My dope-heads they need that Audiopium, audio Audiopium, audio Still adding up my epiphanies I
shall abide to apply with all my abilities Took all my alibis, bye for they lies When they tryna belittle me, bid on me Guess you wanna see the
bitter me Chilling with the
don and yeah it's war, put a
hit on me You can smoke all you want All you want bitch, just don't fuck with my purp I'm not finna work for no white man Put that on my heart with my right hand Latino heat, I
do my dance Watch the
money roll like that's my plan I
only hang with a
gang full of leaders I
earned my stripes, pledge of allegiance Fuck all my teachers, I'm hoping you see this And everyone else that was non-believers Sunshine and that knife in 47 shit, for forever, shit You ain't fucking with mine, whatever bitch Whatever Nyck spit sounding like Beretta clips It's been a
minute but the
Era got it's members together I'm with the
world, got that notice, STEEZ quick to the
catch yeah Want you back, remember what was missing from the
game Audiopium, I'll probably be addicted forever, yeah Audiopium We keep the
dope fiends itching This that crack y'all been missing Audiopium Shoot this through your veins and take a
trip and R.I.P. King Cap, you gave us vision Audiopium We keep the
dope fiends itching This that crack y'all been missing Audiopium Shoot this through your veins and take a
trip and R.I.P. King Cap, you gave us vision (Soul searchin') 'till my flows are perfect I
ain't trynna be a
slave to grow old from working Sorry BADA$$, you lucky that I
peeped it second Tell them niggas keep it stepping with they beat selection Check the
melodies, it's so heavenly That shit'll get your hipster move with no 7D's Audi-opium, can I
bust soliloquies Got that shit mix and mastered both remedies Grab a
spoonful, we serving up a
pot And you know we gotta serve it while it's hot I'm flowing like a
volcano, I'm dripping verses off the
top Dirty cops still swerving on the
block Looking for black kids, that spitting up acid It's in my jeans so don't worry what my pants is Get with the
script it's that ignorant shit And we bound to get sick of it quick and I
ain't sealing my lips It's the
shift, I
know you feel it man We blowing up like a
ceiling fan Dropping off jewels like Killa Cam's man When it comes to kicking verses I'm Mr. Van Damme Crushing strawberry, it's the
jam So throw up both hands if you can Ironic how I'm killing this shit, until they bury me My volume is going in depth with longevity Stupid