Medic - Ninety Three lyrics

[Intro] Tell em what it is what it is what it is mane Uh, Uh Chea (haha) Uh, Uh Delete all the ad-libs [Verse 1: AbstraK] I spit the sh** you think is meaningless Ignorant as f** and don't know what the meaning is I mean it kid I've been bad since a nino and Busting tires off the El Camino, hot boxing in my friends Benz We just trying to make ends Never thought sh** through, but knew how to make dollars out of cents Never buss led, but ain't afraid to buss led Crack a bottle bust a n***a head Or Busta Rhyme or f** a b**h and bust my head I just miss my little sister and big cousin's Wanting me to be buzzin But on the mic cussing instead As a youngin always hustled ahead See, its mind over matter If I don't mind it don't matter See my sections flow like cut bladders Ima ride on this clear gla** until my past shatters Preaching to the choir pa**ing weed to the pastor Watch him inhale Will it send him to hell faster Catch the holy ghost like Casper Sipping from the holy grail Holy smokes, they just hoping he fail Instead of wishing for well They snitch and tell Next day, saying free my n***a in jail Big up to Biggavell Rain snow or hail b**h I do it, well [Bridge] b**h I do it well I do it well I do it well I do it well Rain snow or hail b**h I do it, well (Let me do that one more time) [Verse 2: AbstraK] Living in a world full of greed Where there quick to get the cheese But ain't quick to get degrees They degrade my soul But can't take my soul High grades I blaze, stay laced with gold Keep my mind on my money, and my money on my mind Honey's claim they love me fine But they ain't getting a dime Unless she a diamond in the ruff and I'm a ruffneck Notarized notorieties Deities mixed with Socrates Physiologically I feel like God is locked inside of me Watched from every angle like "Eagle Eyes" stalking me So society won't let you move privately So your privacy is online piracy My philosophy is "f** the world" my dream are my reality Casualty, a**ault battery, all this blasphemy Battling my sanity Backtracking innocent thoughts known as humanity The vanity p**y Money Weed is my family Rack on racks getting fat like calories Laughing at you n***as while I'm blowing all my salary Pothead Johnny Appleseed, Bad b**h like Amerie, and she fine as hell Me and my n***as rolling deep like Adele Getting high all you need is the smell And we doin' it, well Uh [Outro] That's about it I'm coming over there now b**h I do it well b**h I do it, well I do it well Rain snow or hail I do it well (Alright one more time, I'm a do one more take)