NICE GUYS WHO DO GOOD THINGS WITH APOC KRYSIS

[Intro]
Pharmacist motherfucker
But Big Pharma just prints money, man

[Verse 1]
All the hype for the dope, what's up with the five-o?
All the hype for the dope, what's up with the five-o?
What's up back while you be slayin' if they come and drop the dope?
Freak facts though, run and dance so you can break away
Had to rob the E today, can you understand the same
I don't think so, matter of fact I know you been okay
You been fed while I been fed, that's what the world we live today
That's destruction from my pen, shout out to the Memphis ten

[Verse 2]
If a nigga got a problem, come and meet my daily friend
I say good morning to my Glock and say goodnight to choppers, bitch
Player haters make me sick, I guarantee I'll off your streets
This fuck up so hot, like the fluids on the cold
Put 'em in a hot spot, bitch we put 'em in a hole
Face slug, you be ridin' until it's not even close
They ain't never find somebody, it's a shame as hell
Playin' your hoes, I'm in like that Project Bat
I think I'm nine up to your dome, cock a trigger
Kill a nigga, then inhale the beat

[Chorus]
Player haters make me sick
Player haters make me sick
Player haters make me sick
I guarantee y'all all the tricks
Player haters make me sick, player haters make me sick
Playa haters, playa haters, playa haters
Player haters make me sick
Player haters make me sick
Player haters make me sick
I guarantee y'all all the tricks
Player haters make me sick
Player haters make me sick
Player haters make me sick
I guarantee y'all all this trick

[Outro]
I guarantee y'all all this trick
I'm comin' in this motherfucker
To blow up the motherfucker on the ground like New York