Lyrikill Addiction Lyrics
(Verse)
Brown baby Billie holiday
I need a hit I need hit
I can't survive with out it
Before I get brush my teeth
I need that brown in me
Patrolling the streets looking for smack Line
Provided with verbal suppliers like cooking up meth bubble
Take it right out the pot an watch it rock
I'm like phene for the dream
I can't live without it
Kerosine thru my veins when
I breath fire
I love you baby
(Verse 2)
You can't take my high from I'm annoyed by spirits
I need ample doses
That brown baby' mixture
Pop the capsule
Sit back an feel the vibe
It's only two ways out you either live or die
Paralyzed to the high so he double doses
Late nights using brown trying numb the senses
Blatant disregard for anything out on the streets
Flow Like to heroin
No drug can compete
Architeks building lanes
Great mental vision
That browns terrific I just hope that I hook the children
Scandalous not many that can bang wit us
We looking down cause the brown got us up
Heaven words drop precision
Prime on the rise an that brown got him sniffling
Mob life but i ain't selling moonshine liquor
The raw will leave you dope sick
His family miss the Good Times
When he really wasn't wrapped up in his addiction
Now he In the lab all night
Whipping hits up
That brown baby's hip hop sorry for the mixup
Think about one unsigned artist on the hit charts
First you gotta get a winning product stamp it an distribute
To the right fans
Seeking bet tributes
They just can't get enough
Born sinner so I wonder why wins is up
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(Verse3)
Blessed cut the check so I can buy my Rolex
Yesss my time is over due
I only go back to the hood when I'm due through
I'm guessing everything has changed in the dope game
Younging just dying to make a name wit the dope or kane
Amateurs come round seeking deals from a True professional
It's cool you grew accustom to eques it taste
Brown baby blow bars flow overdosing
Remaining focus
Starting family I'm the costar Nostra
Superior knowledge on my craft the manuals open
You made one hit that sold
An the rest gargle
Everything I touch gold
I kick persistent logic
Crack
I'm not a scholar i'm a 5 percent
Diamond top Benz dropped
In the harsh winters
Push it push it lyrical sedative
Narcotic vision the style is devilish blow
It all changed when I got dough
I done seen more flops then nba courts
Cold
You know you live an you learn
On the road to riches you bound to miss a few turns its he tic
I can't respect it I'm tired if hearing this Molly music
That' brown baby
Useful
They strive to emulate it
I'm in the pessh hurdling Sheep like the holy Shepard
When you spitting that blow you can only respect
