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[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I’m drinkin’ medicine, I’m drinkin’ medicine
Bitch, I’m drinkin’ medicine
Double cup love, I’m drinkin’ medicine
I’m drinkin’ medicine (lean), bitch, I’m drinkin’ medicine
Pour a four up, I’m drinkin’ medicine (medicine)
I’m drinkin’ medicine (dirty Sprite), bitch, I’m drinkin’ medicine
Sprite in the club, I’m drinkin’ medicine (medicine)
I’m drinkin’ medicine, bitch, I’m drinkin’ medicine

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
She said, “what’s up with them cups?”
I say, “bitch, I’m drinkin’ medicine”
I don’t want no Goose, just bring some Sprite
I’m drinkin’ medicine
I’m sicker than a bitch, so I gotta drink my medicine
Two white cups, Styrofoam is what I put it in
I’m leanin’ like a broken chair, movin’ like a turtle
Everything is movin’ slow, but shit, it’s how that’s ‘sposed to go
I’m stingy with my shit, you can’t have none of my medicine
This that Actavis, man, I know ain’t nothin’ better than
That dirty Sprite, double cup, you leanin’ too, then pour me up
I love my Sprite, it slow me up, think I should stop, don’t give a fuck

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Double cup love, I’m drinkin’ medicine
I’m drinkin’ medicine (lean), bitch, I’m drinkin’ medicine
Pour a four up, I’m drinkin’ medicine (medicine)
I’m drinkin’ medicine (dirty Sprite), bitch, I’m drinkin’ medicine
Sprite in the club, I’m drinkin’ medicine (medicine)
I’m drinkin’ medicine, bitch, I’m drinkin’ medicine

[Verse 2: Cap-1]
I’m on it
Yeah, I’m on it
I’m on that motherfuckin’ medicine, AKA the Actavis
I guess that’s why I act like this, got money in my mattresses
Don’t pass me no vodka or no brown, I’m off that medicine
Sippin’ on some sizzurp, I’m the pour up veteran
Got two cups and my two liter, that dirty Sprite, I’m sippin’ on it
My niggas like it, my bitch want it, I pass it out, and we sippin’ on it
Pourin’ up on that G shit, your drink cut, that’s remix
Doctor, give me that medicine, we poppin’ seals, who better than
Drop 550 for the BT, hit you over the head fifty dollar zipper
You could come and get this red shit ’cause we drinkin’ purple, so don’t even trip
Hit the club, post in the vip, pack of rillos, roll up a [?]
[?] chick, and she comin’ with me
Duffle bag, we run the city, I’m gone

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Double cup love, I’m drinkin’ medicine
I’m drinkin’ medicine (lean), bitch, I’m drinkin’ medicine
Pour a four up, I’m drinkin’ medicine (medicine)
I’m drinkin’ medicine (dirty Sprite), bitch, I’m drinkin’ medicine
Sprite in the club, I’m drinkin’ medicine (medicine)
I’m drinkin’ medicine, bitch, I’m drinkin’ medicine

[Verse 3: Dolla Boy]
Poppin’ seals on the pint
Got my whole crew sippin’ on the way to the top
My whole comin’ with me, sittin’ high on them sixes
On a straight money mission, niggas know how we get it
No slippin’ in the trenches, get ya money, young nigga
Coupe look like a spaceship, we’ll sit and sip like a chemo patient
Tryna fuck bitches, but I ain’t the type to do no chasin’
And the work’s all there, we don’t do no fakin’, no
Round of applause like I’m playin’ b-ball
All doped up like I’m fresh out the ER
Southside dope boys we are
And we gettin’ higher than a fiend dippin’ blunts in the lean, shit

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Pour a four up, I’m drinkin’ medicine (medicine)
I’m drinkin’ medicine (dirty Sprite), bitch, I’m drinkin’ medicine
Sprite in the club, I’m drinkin’ medicine (medicine)
I’m drinkin’ medicine, bitch, I’m drinkin’ medicine

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I make your bitch roll up my Swishers, your bitch wash all my dishes
Your bitch pick up my pack, boy, I send her on a mission
Your bitch do everything, your bitch do everything
Your bitch do everything, I make your bitch do everything
I make your bitch roll up my Swishers, your bitch wash all my dishes
Your bitch pick up my pack, boy, I put her on a mission
Your bitch do everything, your bitch do everything
Your bitch do everything, I make your bitch do everything

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Oh, she a slut, she a dog, she a freaky ass bitch
But she rollin’ up the kush, and then she suckin’ on my dick
I’m like, “bitch, please, hoe get out my face”
Why the fuck you in my house? Bitch, get out my place
First she wash the dishes, then pick up my pack
First she suckin’ on my dick, lickin’ on my sack
I’m like, “hoe, where the fuck your man?”
All up in the pussy, and I be goin’ HAM
I got racks on racks on racks on racks, bitch, I got the stupid packs
Blowin’ on that kush, that loud, catch me in that fuckin’ cloud
Your bitch do everybody, your bitch at every party
She roll that kush, she suck that dick, and then she pop a molly

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I make your bitch roll up my Swishers, your bitch wash all my dishes
Your bitch pick up my pack, boy, I send her on a mission
Your bitch do everything, your bitch do everything
Your bitch do everything, I make your bitch do everything
I make your bitch roll up my Swishers, your bitch wash all my dishes
Your bitch pick up my pack, boy, I put her on a mission
Your bitch do everything, your bitch do everything
Your bitch do everything, I make your bitch do everything

[Verse 2: Derez De’Shon]
Your bitch do whatever I tell her
And she eat what I feed her
Make your bitch feel special
Fuck the hoe, and then leave her
Your bitch say she love me
I tell her the same thing
Gotta beat the work in the jewelry store with my prisoner
Chain gang, couple bad bitches, a few plain janes
Now your bitch my main thing, and then we young niggas like Chief Keef
We don’t cuff a hoe, we bang bang
It’s Rich The Kid and D Dash, better get your hoe ‘fore we take her home
Fuck her like she a porn star, and then drop her off with you later
Oh, Dash

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I make your bitch roll up my Swishers, your bitch wash all my dishes
Your bitch pick up my pack, boy, I send her on a mission
Your bitch do everything, your bitch do everything
Your bitch do everything, I make your bitch do everything
I make your bitch roll up my Swishers, your bitch wash all my dishes
Your bitch pick up my pack, boy, I put her on a mission
Your bitch do everything, your bitch do everything
Your bitch do everything, I make your bitch do everything

[Chorus]
I’m ready to die like Big, against the world like Pac
I’m ready to die like Big, against the world like Pac
I’m ready to die like Big, against the world like Pac
All I got in this world is the racks and my Glock
I’m ready to die like Big, against the world like Pac
I’m ready to die like Big, against the world like Pac
Ready to die like Big, against the world like Pac
All I got in this world is the racks and my Glock

[Verse 1]
Stick ’em, stick ’em, stick ’em up, stick ’em
Take a nigga racks, and this bitch, it won’t miss ’em
Louis, Gucci, Prada cost a couple bands
Hit the mall, I’m spendin’, and I blow that money like a fan
Give a fuck about a fuck nigga, no
Bitch, we bustin’ at them duck niggas, yeah
Fuck ya bitch like bang bang, hell nah, I don’t gangbang
Y’all cuff a hoe, y’all lock ’em up, y’all send them hoes the chain gang
Tatted up like 2Pac, ridin’ ’round with two Glocks
That’s two guns, that’s too much fun, I pull up, y’all niggas run’
Lauhin’ at y’all niggas ’cause y’all niggas really broke, nigga
Fuckin’ with the fuckin’ rounds will get you slumped, nigga

[Chorus]
I’m ready to die like Big, against the world like Pac
I’m ready to die like Big, against the world like Pac
I’m ready to die like Big, against the world like Pac
All I got in this world is the racks and my Glock

[Verse 2]
50K on your head, you’ll be gone in a day
I got racks, I got bands, hit the mall, and I play
I make your bitch throw up, no money, I don’t show up
Youngins on the block make the murder rate go up
I don’t even give a fuck about yo’ momma, nigga
Talk shit, then you gonna meet the llama, nigga
I ain’t even gotta worry ’bout no drama, nigga
A street president, call me Obama, nigga
Backin’ Migos, that’s the gang
Rich The Kid, nigga, that’s the name
I put a bullet in ya brain, you want a [?]
I don’t give a fuck about you or your clique
I had your baby momma and your sister suck my dick

[Chorus]
I’m ready to die like Big, against the world like Pac
I’m ready to die like Big, against the world like Pac
I’m ready to die like Big, against the world like Pac
All I got in this world is the racks and my Glock
I’m ready to die like Big, against the world like Pac
I’m ready to die like Big, against the world like Pac
Ready to die like Big, against the world like Pac
All I got in this world is the racks and my Glock

Sorry
These mistakes I
Made (..)
When you needed me
I wasn’t there

I was young, I was dumb
I was so immature
And the things that I did
Made you so insecure
But baby, I’m still your man I swear

Please be patient with me
Please be patient with me
I know I’m not what you need
But baby I’m gonna be
So please be patient with me

Is it to much that I’m asking for?
Can we start over?
Can we end this war?

I’ve been taking your love
I’ve been wasting your time
But is there still a chance
That may changing your mind before you
Go walking out the door

Oh you know I’m not perfect
If you leave I deserve it
But baby all I’m asking you
Is please please oh

Please be patient with me
Please be patient with me
I know I’m not what you need
But baby I’m gonna be
So please be patient with me

Oh you don’t wanna wait another minute
You don’t wanna wait another night
Just trust me, Just trust me, Just trust me
Baby
Oh you don’t wanna wait another minute
You don’t wanna wait another night
Just trust me, Just trust me, Just trust me
Baby

Please be patient with me
Please be patient with me
I know I’m not what you need
But baby I’m gonna be
So please be patient with me

Please be patient with me
Please be patient with me
I know I’m not what you need
But baby I’m gonna be
So please be patient with me

[Intro]
Mr. Green
Peace
It’s the Flygod himself
Lalalalalala
The luxurious
Lalalalalala
The Almighty
La
The gorgeous
The exquisite
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
Boom
The incredible
Enough about me though

[Verse]
Ayo, white stripes on the black supplies
I pray to stay fly and alive
Homicide on top of homicide
Where I reside, don’t shit slide
They say power went to my head
Could’ve fell back, put a shot in his head
Could’ve aimed at his legs, but I knocked off his head
Fly as fuck in the streets, fly as fuck in the feds
Now the money green, go [?] for the bed
Now the coupe ’bout a mil and a half
Now my bitch got Stella on her ass
Grand on her soles while your baby mom’s trash
How many bricks in the stash?
Wore Ricks but my mind was on Rafs
Reverse the whole wave like Sonny in the Jag
Nigga, it’s the return of the mack

[Hook]
This shit feel like Hitler 2
Motherfucker
This shit feel like Hitler 2
Ayo
This shit feel like Hitler 2
This shit sound beautiful
This shit feel like Hitler 2
Free all my nigga, too
This shit feel like Hitler 2
Peace to where I’m from
Shit, pfft, yeah
Peace to all my niggas getting money
Yeah, this shit feel like Hitler 2
This that Griselda shit, nigga
Ow