Junkie

I kept telling myself I was gonna kick, but I never did

I wish I did

I'll be a junkie for the rest of my life

I let the flow go where it want to go

Back to Preemo

Let's do it for days of B.I.G, yeah

I 3D printed the studio, D&D reinvented

Me and you know who, Preem, and yeah, y'all, it's been a minute

Come up to the fourth floor through the door, Preemo renamed it

Now it's HeadQcourterz under a new location

We aliens like a deity trust

Men that have standards, I'm the G-O-D, uh

Bruh, I'm suppose to big kick this habit

Done with it, havin' fun with it

Hard to let it go, how could you when you in love with it?

Once upon a time, I couldn't start my day without it

I played it every morning loud while I'm ironing my outfit

In my car just zonin' out, straight hot-boxin'

I need that real dope, I cannot fuck with Suboxone

Medications, they just don't work, my body jerks

R&B playin', concert is how I got through the hurt

808 addictions, sound of a DJ mixin'

Had to stay away from my young boy, 'cause all he listens to

That gritty, that raw, intense, hardcore

But makes me want to put them on to so much harder songs

I consult the physician, prescribe me a pill

How do I cope? I could die on this hill

Find a rehab for beats and lyrics, a treatment center

Counselor said I should be speakin' better

Hi, I'm a rap-aholic, only been sober since my last installment

Need music with substance, so it's abuse they call it

I'm still sick, hello everybody, now I sit

We all in this circle together, ain't that a bitch?

I brought my brother here with me, his name is Chris

He got a habit just like me, he cannot kick

So again, be smart, 'cause this is fun for me

No matter how nice you are, don't come for me

I'm still a junkie, hip-hop junkie

I need it in my arteries, it keeps callin' me

And that's serious as a heart attack

I'm an ancient artifact, we question if your art is fact

I came from the bottom

I need it in my arteries, it keeps callin' me

And that's serious as a heart attack

I'm an ancient artifact, we question if your art is fact

I came from the bottom

I need it in my arteries, it keeps callin' me

'88 Rucker park, trucks and cars

Hustlers, they were stuntin' hard

Thousand people, cops, hottest summer y'all

Fresh out the subway cars, young Esco, no bum dress flow

Shopped at 2-5 to Nike dunked the God

Stoppin' was a little conscious monster, educated ignorance

Lyin' head ring on the index flex, let's get into it

Brought books, caught jooks

And stuck between livin' clean, and overcoming lawlessness

Tryna to balance, the constitution writers knew the troopers, some are liars

A jambalaya combined with crimin' and law-abidin'

Something they saw inside N-A-S and then Sony signed him

I'm just a humble giant

Stumble but fall forward, never backwards

What is your dream?

I'm my great-great-great grandfather's dream, one thing

When you make yourself too accessible

Some could lose respect if they think less of you

The music electrocutes

It's 'cause I'm a junkie

And that's serious as a heart attack

I'm an ancient artifact, we question if your art is fact

I came from the bottom

I need it in my arteries, it keeps callin' me

And that's serious as a heart attack

I'm an ancient artifact, we question if your art is fact

I came from the bottom

I need it in my arteries, it's 'cause I'm a junkie