Pharmacy / Midsummer Lyrics

6 hour jet lag, withdrawals and a cig pack

Cellie full of hoes but I only hit the plug back

Pharmacy is open, so I never hit a bitch, that's

How I'm living now, see no reason why I'd change that

She said we got a lot in common, but I doubt that

I ain't never blowing up your phone tryna type caps

Authentic raps, all facts, always been that

Lil' homie everybody dreams but you need plans

Mercedes pulls up with the benzos

Hold it ten toes, need-

He's pulling up with products for the bad hoes

Hit the afterparty, fuck the club, I'm tryna lay low

Give a fuck if I'm ending up like Britney

Results are results but they don't really get me

I'm just tryna live to fullest fore' they end the chapter

Write me out, move on and just forget me

Do you think Jay-Z always feels like Jay Z

Is slim always feeling shady

How Wheezy make 10 mixtape, they all wavy

I'm gon' make em hate me, debate me

Surrounded every night but there's no one I can talk to

They can listen but they could never feel you

Or relate to, the life that you're living

All I do is work but I still feel I'm slipping

Heart belongs to home but I got none

Or a few too many, that's the outcome

When you're chasing greatness, mama raised a gangster

Heavy lies the king's head with the gold crown

And I don't know who house to call home lately

I hope my phone break, let it ring

Toe to toe with the foes, new and old

Basic hoes try to cage him like the po'

When I run, don't chase me

And I don't know who house to call home lately

I hope my phone break, let it ring

Toe to toe with the foes, new and old

Basic hoes try to cage him like the po'

When I run, don't chase me

I ain't always in this headspace

But always spit the best game

Tell me how I do it and you can't

Cuz you chase fame, not the art

I ain't someone you can pick apart

Bout to take over midsummer and that's just the start

Validation on my phone from the girls I left home

Can't fuck around and text back, just collect dome

Like a hit-man, they call me mr. only make hits-man

So play the beat as I get stoned

I'ma die before saying Shano cannot provide

Work more than hoes post on Saturday nights

Know those bums around you, can't do nothing for you

So please let me know why you stick to them guys

Appreciation for my roots and where I came from

Shouts out my parents, they really got the best son

Not in no preachy way, I'm saying the best one

Yeah the next one, I walk in and their neck's gone