Erick Arc Elliott - Don't Do Drugs Kids lyrics

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Erick Arc Elliott - Don't Do Drugs Kids lyrics

[Intro x4] Acid, acid - tab, tab Roll it, smoke it - take a drag, drag [Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliott] Ain't no heart in the music, it's all device In the lab cooking work like Walter White My general salute, I got a gram or two And have a n***a head spinning like a poltergeist Probably never gon' change, n***a, f** fame This is real c**aine, n***a, n***a, numb to the gums Nut, numb 'til you spit Nothing I ever do is wack, so in fact, I am that sick n***a, hit it once then he pa** it Casket, casket, I am often drastic Undead to the dead, two horns on my head Levitating when my eyes become red, dawg Nectar for the holy protector, wreck them Yes, I carry a long weapon, just in case Machine gun them, we clear the place True Jah love, ganja we blaze [Hook x2: Meechy Darko] Don't do d**, kids, give them to I It's amazing how acid could open your eyes My face look sour cause I'm smoking it, guy I'm so damn high, can't open my eyes [Verse 2: Meechy Darko] You the best, nuh-uh, I'm the best, bruh bruh Shotgun, pump pump, leave you leaking, slump slump Now you all f**ed up, don't compare us to nobody, n***a, they're not us Had to die for these children, f** the music is my grudge O.G. I puff, gold teeth, not much if (Not at all) Told her I don't give a f** unless the money's involved Or d** involved, or f**s involved Baby, a dollar and a dream'll make your money evolve Like watered-down packs, you're not that raw These Bolivian bars that I'm stepped on Hear thy weapon, fear thy Weapon n***a, you slipping if ain't near thy weapon Supreme seams, Zombie logo Or I'm wearing polo, eye bleed, hit trees, meet Sonny Bono Between these seas and I row row row row Radiant girl can't see my aura I'm Meechy, I needs me a Rita Ora Lock your daughters, I'm coming for her I knock that b**h up and I not support her, I'm joking, sorta You know my future's bright and I'm kinda important I don't need the karma, drama, baby momma Unless she bout dollars she spray the llama When doubt I got problems, I spit that fool and drown in a coffin The world's on my back and it's quite exhausting But I'mma keep squeezing it for all this fortune, I'm off this