My Radio On Drugs

Half a brick, quarter brick, couple zips, O’s

Flip a brick, stack some chips, get some real dough

That’s the only thing I hear when I cut on the radio

Songs about dope, dope, dope, dope, dope

Now they done let me in the game dirty, I’ma let it go

I’ma let it go, I’ma let it go

They done let me in the game dirty, I’ma let it go

I’ma let it go, I’ma let it go

Jeezy came, everybody think they trap or die

He ain’t from the hood, boy you bought a trappin’ lie

He ain’t prob’ly never seen a trap

I know ‘em when I see ‘em, I’ve been redeemed from that

13, I bought a double pack

Hit the block, couple days, then I bought a quarter back

When I say a quarter I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout Tebow

I’m talkin’ seven grams of a brick – kilo

See real recognize real

And you just sittin’ there talkin’, I’ma tell it how it is

And I ain’t boastin’ on it, had to get it how I lived

You say that you a goon, that ain’t really how you live

You sittin’ there lyin’ to these kids

You ‘bout to do it big while you chillin’ at the crib

‘Cause he think his favorite rapper hard as he say he is

He don’t know that dream, half the goon that you say you is

I told ‘em that song, your boy back in the zone out

I told the street blow them horns, kick the bass and I’m going in

O-o-on, you know that it’s on again

G-g-gone, but your boy been born again

You think we care how much dodo you got?

How many kilos you move? How many.44s you got?

How many baggers you bag? How many Lambos you got?

Every single song I hear that’s all you seem to talk about

And when your song go off I feel I need to take a drug test

When your song go off I feel I need to take a drug test

When your song go off I feel I need to take a drug test

When your song go off I feel I need to take a drug test