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Medicated - feat. Chevy Woods & Juicy J

You be anything you want

Uhh

Just keep going, going, gone, gone, gone

Uhh

It don't stop here nigga

Yeaah

Uhh

Back when I was young I had dreams of getting richer

Then my homie Breeze set me down schooled me to the picture

I was with some wild niggas put me on the game

Told me if you tryin' to make your move you gotta know your lane homie

All you got your name and your words will never break

For this life you pay a price you get a chance you gotta take it

Cause most niggas never make it they stranded where I'm from

Ain't no conversation all they understand is get a gun

I was riding in my Bona Ville hoping I could make it

Out selling peas and smoking weed avoiding police right up the street

Way back in the day before I had all of this paper

Before I had all of these diamonds , before I had all of these haters

Now I remember when , I seen it and to me it was stuntin'

I remember when , I bought it I ain't needed or nothing

Always in a different state so now they label me a goner

I ain't come up out of nowhere I'm from straight up off the corner

Now everywhere we go, they probably know my name cause I been there

Now everywhere we go, they said how much I spend when I'm in there

And I'm throwing up my money for the ones who never made it

Say I fucked the ones who hate it rolling up and celebrate

[Chorus]

Now let's get medicated

Man , let's get medicated

Let's get medicated

Man I'm hella faded

Man , let's get medicated

Let's get medicated

Let's get medicated

Man I'm hella faded

I'm hella faded

Rolling weed up and smoke it

Take your bitch home and poke it

Juicy begin so faded

Thank God I got a chauffeur

Only good cali bud

Pulling hoes bad as fuck

Just like a youngling my nigga

Juicy do all them drungs

Niggas smoking that beverage weed

I be on that light green

Pop marley in the after hours

A member of no slit team

Get a whole pound smoke it by myself

Or maybe after Olympics with my homie Michael Phelps

You know I'm fresh up out that corner, pussy marijuana

They copy us, they clone us

Yeah we so fly we on us

Got acting like they been before

But they ain't never been at all

8 balls I was in no hole

Ain't have time to fuck with y'all

Champagne when we celebrate

Keen sense so I smell the hate

Middle finger we getting paid

It cost much but don't press that eight

That dotted line it ain't like that day

Comic book let em ill it straight

Like power bang when they lift that cane

My cousin died wish I can get that day

Back like it's a vertebre

Bring that nigga on front street

Talk about and never be about it

They don't wanna beef cause that's lunch me

So anything you need you know that's on me

And that's OG, I swear homie

[Chorus]

Riding down the street the way I'm grinding is unique

My city holding on to me so niggers holding on their heat

Throwing up their side rolling up that leaf

Ondoers get high all we want is peace

Always on the grind that's every day so police looking

I'm just rapping killing beats tryin' to stay away from booking

Yeah my nigga dirty crocked I just had to make it on

And let me hit the studio to show they happy to be home

Now I remember when , I seen it and to me it was stuntin'

I remember when , I bought it I ain't needed or nothing

Always in a different state so now they label me a goner

I ain't come up out of nowhere I'm from straight up off the corner

Now everywhere we go, they probably know my name cause I been there

Now everywhere we go, they said how much I spend when I'm in there

And I'm throwing up my money for the ones who never made it

Say I fucked the ones who hate it rolling up and celebrate

[Chorus]

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written by THOMAZ, CAMERON / HILLS, NATE / ARAICA, MARCELLA / WOODS, CHEVY

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