[Verse 1: Meechy Darko]
Black activists on actavis
A whole sheet of LSD but that ain’t for the mattress
Ask ya bitch, my stroke is immaculate
A sinner and saint, I’m flashy as an acid trip
Just me and a rusty burner
Ah, ah, ah, shout out to Shmurda
Shout out to Rowdy, my mind is cloudy
Stay with iron round me like Robert Downey
Don’t you doubt me, King like LeBron watch me switch my mouthpiece
Running through knots
Couple karats in my mouth like “What’s up, Doc?”
I be talking to my 9 like “What’s up, Glock?”
I flirt with death, the drugs heighten' my paranoia
But that's what the, acid taught us
You got a better chance doing laps in piranha waters
Hide your daughters, join a cult, let’s have an orgy
My biography is gory
My life like American Horror Story
Still not the father, that’s word to Maury
Revolver ring six times like Robert Horry (and one!)
Second amendment, nigga, grab your gun
Invest in a vest when you’re from those slums
LSD amazing, sour kush fragrance
Somebody tell Uncle Sam I want my reparation
40 acres and a pearl white slave bitch
If that offends your race, bitch, well I’ll give you a facelift
You run away from your problems
Batty boy, then you gon face this
Lord knows I wanna erase him
Take him to a level of darkness he ain’t been
Remove the safety
Can I end up in the state pen with some statements
Hard time behind these bars, working the grave shift
Motherfucker we made it, ain’t it amazin’?
Nigga I had to suffer for this, lost every lover for this
Every night I argue with my mother for this
Acid was an escape, not a way to the bank
Not a phase, not a trend, it was the means to my ends
I don’t need no friends
All I need is this gat, all I need is this Henn
All I need is this pad, all I need is this pen, motherfucker
Black activists on actavis
A whole sheet of LSD but that ain’t for the mattress
Ask ya bitch, my stroke is immaculate
A sinner and saint, I’m flashy as an acid trip
Just me and a rusty burner
Ah, ah, ah, shout out to Shmurda
Shout out to Rowdy, my mind is cloudy
Stay with iron round me like Robert Downey
Don’t you doubt me, King like LeBron watch me switch my mouthpiece
Running through knots
Couple karats in my mouth like “What’s up, Doc?”
I be talking to my 9 like “What’s up, Glock?”
I flirt with death, the drugs heighten' my paranoia
But that's what the, acid taught us
You got a better chance doing laps in piranha waters
Hide your daughters, join a cult, let’s have an orgy
My biography is gory
My life like American Horror Story
Still not the father, that’s word to Maury
Revolver ring six times like Robert Horry (and one!)
Second amendment, nigga, grab your gun
Invest in a vest when you’re from those slums
LSD amazing, sour kush fragrance
Somebody tell Uncle Sam I want my reparation
40 acres and a pearl white slave bitch
If that offends your race, bitch, well I’ll give you a facelift
You run away from your problems
Batty boy, then you gon face this
Lord knows I wanna erase him
Take him to a level of darkness he ain’t been
Remove the safety
Can I end up in the state pen with some statements
Hard time behind these bars, working the grave shift
Motherfucker we made it, ain’t it amazin’?
Nigga I had to suffer for this, lost every lover for this
Every night I argue with my mother for this
Acid was an escape, not a way to the bank
Not a phase, not a trend, it was the means to my ends
I don’t need no friends
All I need is this gat, all I need is this Henn
All I need is this pad, all I need is this pen, motherfucker
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