Nicky G - The Pill lyrics

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Nicky G - The Pill lyrics

(Intro) Why does everything they play on the radio gotta sound the same bruh? I tried to warn em, man. They kept playin with me! *Sigh*...Look what yall made me do! (Verse 1) It's the T-R-U M-U-DOUBLE Z-I-K Won't stop til you see my face In ya dreams and ya nightmares, the mic slayer In white Nike Airs givin em all night terrors Like BLAOW, POW how ya like me now? Used to say it was foul, but now they jockin my style And it's back to bars. I beat yall I could teach yall s**as, but I'd have to charge Got half a mind to spaz and conquer the whole globe Just to see my people in chanclas of rose gold Proud to be a lethal, anomalous old soul. I'm so bold These other rappers so-so, oh! Truth be told, don't get blacker than this Never line the pockets of a greedy capitalist, sacrilegious Biggest three done made it back on my list They getting more than just a slap on the wrist (Hook) I'm fearless, yeah my heart's enormous Like a moor who would stop and loiter over Nazi borders This here's what the doctor ordered A PILL to stop weak squeaks over weak beats! (x2) (Verse 2) I'm a rap lovin, jazz pumpin Draft chuggin, mad southern black somethin Wrap bundles like a lumberjack On the track, I'm back like I forgot somethin Channelin my energy done put me on the right path Imagine that, comin from the sandhills Just to put the game at a standstill Like Grant Hill back in '94 no rival Could eva hope to check me don't sweat the technique I been ablaze since 17. Better left alone, my cologne is kerosene Foreva king. Ain't no need for sire to hire a ghostwriter I'm pennin fire this dire til I retire I'm the grandson of RUN-DMC Tighter than a man-bun on a 3-inch weave I'll smack ya scalp back quick. My mouth sick Dressed to k** like the steel's part of my outfit (Hook) (Verse 3) I'm Nick G the MD from NC Countin MGs, dispensing the trends he Cooler than ya average. They accusin me of malpractice They never learn, I'm sick I spread germs See me on the mic, I'll knock ya out in 3 rounds Internet troll famous now cuz he found Footage of the beatdown, put it on worldstar 2 million eye-loads, Lord it's gone viral ATL to Cairo. Bet I reach em down in Egypt Still prayin that I get to see it Still layin down the illest cuts, never takin chump change Gunnin for the front page, bet ya read it Then ya weepin. I was taught to always keep my head up Neva let em bring me down low I've been doubted for years, but still stand right here Kickin my voice, my heart, my flow, my soul, let's GO! (Hook) (Outro) I told yall! We through playin around here! There's no room for you if you ain't tryna rap, what's good? We droppin mean tracks, bringin 16s back! TruMuzzik for life. We just gettin started haha! Aye Hustle, we got one. Let that guitar cry man, we out

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