Rx (Pharmaceutical Representative) - Chetta, Scrim

Yuh

They think I got a problem

I can’t tell you where I got 'em

All I know is how to pop 'em

I just leave three

I’ma stop 'em

Gettin' reckless off narcotics

Clonidine I forgot 'em

Feelin' every time I swallow

I just finished off a bottle

Live my life in full throttle

Eatin' molly with some models

At my house just like a brothel

Gotta find me like a fossil

I’m feelin' off a wing tip

Fly shit

Get yo' head of yo' wings clipped

Ah

A-addy got me focused

Lost my mind and now I’m hopeless

Took a perc

I feel ferocious

Sipping codeine

Thought you noticed?

I just poured up a few doses

And it’s like a hostess

You ain’t popping?

Oh you bogus

Countin' commas

No emotions

Genocidal

My opponent

Dropped the potion in my soda

Green light I’m off the yoda

Eat my volume with a soma

You can take it how you wanna take it

This shit I been feeling like I fucking made it

outside of my mind

With the eyes of the blind

You don’t see but we clutchin' (ooo)

Thirty inside

Got $crimmy inside

And we choppin' these pills by the two (ooo)

Take your insides

Leave 'em hanging outside

Like a art exhibition we do (ooo)

Cookin' inside

Sell it all outside

This is just what hustlers do (ooo)

Breaking down a brick just to bag a bitch up

Breaking down your chance

You can try your own luck

Spend it in advance

Can’t save a fuckin' buck

(ahh) Don’t jump back

Try n' triple up

Try n' triple up

Three six flow

Walkin' out the trap feelin' ten foot tall

Take you off the map like an old ass road

Pull a kick doe

Who tryna get exposed?

Prayers for the weak

Sinnin' all week

Really I could give a fuck what you think

Fuck what you teach

Fuck what you speak

I’m with a dime piece getting sucked like a leach

Kick it to the curb

That’s blood on the street

Givin' up my word

Let me practice what I preach

Feeling berserk when I’m off of the Z’s

Off of the green (SHEESH)

Put wire on my bat-a

Rata-ta-ta

The chetta will make your heart line flat-a

Flip them bodies like acrobat-a

Cock that gat-a

Brains will splatta

Organs scatta

Then leave all the rest for the fucking birds to scrap on (and on, and on)

You know the $carecrow paints a vivid picture

I blow my smoke up off the bible’s scriptures

Speaking in code whenever my phone line tick-a's

Riding the silk road in to blood red rivers