Prime - Lyrik** Addiction lyrics

(Verse) Brown baby Billie holiday I need a hit I need hit I can't survive with out it Before I get brush my teeth I need that brown in me Patrolling the streets looking for smack Line Provided with verbal suppliers like cooking up meth bubble Take it right out the pot an watch it rock I'm like phene for the dream I can't live without it Kerosine thru my veins when I breath fire I love you baby (Verse 2) You can't take my high from I'm annoyed by spirits I need ample doses That brown baby' mixture Pop the capsule Sit back an feel the vibe It's only two ways out you either live or die Paralyzed to the high so he double doses Late nights using brown trying numb the senses Blatant disregard for anything out on the streets Flow Like to h**n No drug can compete Architeks building lanes Great mental vision That browns terrific I just hope that I hook the children Scandalous not many that can bang wit us We looking down cause the brown got us up Heaven words drop precision Prime on the rise an that brown got him sniffling Mob life but i ain't selling moonshine liquor The raw will leave you dope sick His family miss the Good Times When he really wasn't wrapped up in his addiction Now he In the lab all night Whipping hits up That brown baby's hip hop sorry for the mixup Think about one unsigned artist on the hit charts First you gotta get a winning product stamp it an distribute To the right fans Seeking bet tributes They just can't get enough Born sinner so I wonder why wins is up (Verse3) Blessed cut the check so I can buy my Rolex Yesss my time is over due I only go back to the hood when I'm due through I'm guessing everything has changed in the dope game Younging just dying to make a name wit the dope or kane Amateurs come round seeking deals from a True professional It's cool you grew accustom to eques it taste Brown baby blow bars flow overdosing Remaining focus Starting family I'm the costar Nostra Superior knowledge on my craft the manuals open You made one hit that sold An the rest gargle Everything I touch gold I kick persistent logic Crack I'm not a scholar i'm a 5 percent Diamond top Benz dropped In the harsh winters Push it push it lyrical sedative Narcotic vision the style is devilish blow It all changed when I got dough I done seen more flops then nba courts Cold You know you live an you learn On the road to riches you bound to miss a few turns its he tic I can't respect it I'm tired if hearing this Molly music That' brown baby Useful They strive to emulate it I'm in the pessh hurdling Sheep like the holy Shepard When you spitting that blow you can only respect