The M.E.D.S.

And Everyday we on the grind
For no trap bands, tap dance
Savion with no shiny Slippery earls
The pimp in me, Earl, granddaddy
Sent minimal child support to my momma
Lord, I fought with my momma
I'm a be better than him
That alcoholic in my bloodline
Met up with the gin
Now we in the dead of winter
Round all of my felon friends
Tisk, tisk, decisions, decisions
Led into the sin
Medicine, when it was me and Flav
Letters to the penn
Me and Keisha was on visitation
Hope they let us in
Heaven sent, free Parker then
He graduated to the Feds
And even though I'm glad we made it
Had me praying for my kids
With my eyes closed
Odds rolling dice is one in six
Running risk, running with known niggas on wanted list
Come to senses or the allure...
Torn on which one to pick
Under benches or over fences
Gone off another sip

Gone off the meds
Ain't hard to get there
When ya already dead
Ain't listening to a lecture
Already said it
Just wanna wake up
Be far from here

Just.. Want to wake up to something different
Not that I hate what it is
But.. What if it isn't
For a minute, I was jaded
Had hated I let it slip so far
Get yo bars up, nigga
Make hits go hard, but it's so hard when the riches that we rapping ain't arrive
And All you packing was a 101 on how to stay alive
Running from odds of regular jobs petty charges ain't happening
But it really is. sun setting on hard niggas
Dark liquor with a smooth finish
Mood menacing, truth is, is niggas
Ain't like ya
So write ya
Life down on that paper like ya thoughts is running from ya
We been.. too long without it
Can't force another summer
If yo shit meds to niggas that's locked up in the Feds
Would I rather have them reach for impossible to live?
Around all of my felon friends
Tisk, tisk, decisions, decision was led into the sin
And we at it again

Gone off the meds
Ain't hard to get there
When ya already dead
Ain't listening to a lecture
Already said it
Just wanna wake up
Be far from here