The Antidote - Smoke DZA, LevyGrey

Yo I think I need me some medicine

I’m getting sick of these fake niggas

I’d rather not conversate with you

I don’t got nothing to say to you

Even if we was related I feel like I’ll never relate to you

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

I gots to find me the cure, I’m starting to get sick of them more

Pardon my back while that full-length 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

Been had your hoe with her legs to ceilings

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 Imma 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 (Riiight)

Already, three bad bitches took a tiger bone shot

In 'em, already, spread 'em out different floors in the telly (wooh)

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

I’d rather not conversate with you

I don’t got nothing to say to you

Even if we was related I feel like I’ll never relate to you

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 benefitting of my shit I got better vision

And so far thats my best decision dog I ain’t come from nepotism

Where I’m from only death or prison ah

Curve you, gaff your only dude was trendin'

Your own bread up, that’s independent

S or F yea big fat, next one its 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

I’d rather not conversate with you

I don’t got nothing to say to you

Even if we was related I feel like I’ll never relate to you

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