[Verse 1: Jay Swolo]
AM, no nyquil, now wake up for that kite feel
This slight work on that night deal
Future sh**, no tight bills
Quarterbackin' that nickel dime, that's ESP at PM
"OMG" when they see us, "who dat!" when you see him
The weekend is your life n***a
Hell yeah f**ing right trigga
That's a headshot and I take them
Touchdown when I take off
Doin' old sh** wit my new friends
My old homies they been gone
That medication might k** y'all
Prescriptions and them pills cost
[Bridge]
n***as steady crying like they lost in court
Balling out and we don't even play the sport
Claiming it's a problem
But don't have the balls
So if we causin' headaches
Get that Tylenol
[Hook]
Aspirin, Advil, pour it up, pop it off
Acetaminophen, super fiends, line em up
Knock em off!
(If you a)Hatin' a** n***a get the Tylenol
(If you a)Flakey a** b**h get the Tylenol
No double checks you never next
Like not at all
I'm runnin' sh** your progress slowing to a crawl
[Verse 2]
Rip it, feel it, flex it
Fill it, k** it, you gotta respect it
Lame n***as huntin' attention
I keep a cool head, so I gotta neglect it
My only competition, in the mirror
I gotta deflect it
The flyest n***a in the game
No radar I'm never detected
Turnt the f** up when I'm kickin' em out
Martin no Gina, you turnt the f** down
Stuck in a box, and you lost in the crowd
PGR King buildin' Rome in 2 hours
Never lying, I'm canine n***a, releasing the hounds
Droppin' Audition Day, here's my number
Hol' up, they calling me now
(Outro)
Yeah, and I guess, I just wanna be great...
Hope it ain't too late
Everything I do is for a reason, it has a purpose
Not sure if you know this
But I hope you noticed, and I hope you know this
Cuz this ain't showbiz, this sh**'s my life
And I can't do it wrong, if I gotta do it right
It ain't nothin' left but to go up
Cuz I can't go down, I gotta show my stuff and this is
Audition Day, cannot let it, it get away
I'm just trying to, show my face to the world and
This is my day, right?
But I guess not...
Cuz my city don't love my sh** if it ain't hot
And b**hes don't love me if I can't sing
And what the f** that mean? This right here is Tylenol
Cuz this weak sh** and this lame sh** give me a headache
I'm just tryna talk some real sh** to ya
Cuz I ain't tryna drop this sh** like a day late
It's AD. PGR is not a movement, it's not a gang, it's not a group
It's not a clan. It's who I am
You know who I'm trying to be? The motherf**in' man
Who the f** gone stop me now, if that's my motherf**in' plan, right?
So you lame a** n***as, and you hatin' a** b**hes
I'm shuttin' n***as down, like I'm flippin' motherf**in' switches
And everytime you talk, all you dudes is blowin' smoke
Clown a** n***as, yeah you lookin' like a joke
I'm done wit it, I'm out. Shut ya f**ing mouth
I'm soaring, I'm soaring to the motherf**in' clouds
Tylenol. AD