More Sick

KJLetTheBeatKnock SkyDiddy When I ain't takin' these drugs, I get nauseous (nauseous) Thinkin' 'bout my dawg gone, I get more sick (throw it off) I be needin' love, but I won't force it (nah) I prefer Wock' over red, I got choices (choices) I've been like this all my life, guess this sh- in my genes (DNA) I've been thinkin' 'bout my life, gotta get out them things (why?) Too much fentanyl in the skreet, they puttin' they cut on pills (chill) I lost Shanay to that sh-, it still don't feel real Standin' over her, shakin' my head, wipin' Damiyah tears (uh) She takin' it the hardest, reminscin', 13 years (hurt) Taivo been through this, I had to ask him, "How you heal?" Ain't no amount of money gon' change the way I feel This a nightmare, I'm just trapped inside it (inside) Mama jump up out the bed, every time she hear a siren (hope it ain't me) No 2-1-9-4's, F.I. 2-3's (what else you need?) That little pink pill put me at top speed (go) When I ain't takin' these drugs, I get nauseous (nauseous) Thinkin' 'bout my dawg gone, I get more sick (throw it off) I be needin' love, but I won't force it (nah) I prefer Wock' over red, I got choices Don't know what you is to yo' city, but I run mine (mine) Know where you at, watch where you step, don't cross the gun line (don't do that) I like hittin' her from behind, she say it's all mine (uh) But I can't lay up with you, boo, you know it's crunch time (go) Spaced out, lookin' out the window, I just start cryin' (why?) Tryna figure you out who gave that drop on when my dawg died (cuz) Wrote that in red, I told him, "Make sure pressure get applied" ('nem) Every picture I got with you, I can't archive (we got 'em) I get deep off in my feelings and I can't hide it (man) Let 'em talk, sit back, be quiet, I never regret my silence (shh) I want them to feel how I feel, so I resort to violence (spin) No, I can't wife her, if the - come with high mileage (red cup) When I ain't takin' these drugs, I get nauseous (nauseous) Thinkin' 'bout my dawg gone, I get more sick (throw it off) I be needin' love, but I won't force it (nah) I prefer Wock' over red, I got choices (choices) When I ain't takin' these drugs, I get nauseous (nauseous) Thinkin' 'bout my dawg gone, I get more sick (throw it off) I be needin' love, but I won't force it (nah) I prefer Wock' over red, I got choices, dealin' with my problems a lil' different These last eight to ten months Is the real reason why sh- been goin' how it's goin' For example, me still tryna be a superstar artist Me tryna please my fans and put music out to the world But at the same time dealin' with real situations, endurin' real pain I'm talkin' 'bout back to back, back to back, back to back One year changed my whole life forever I lost my kids mama, I had to take them in What man you know doin' that, for real? At the peak of his career, at that Then on top of that, I lose my brother to the skreets -, he had kids, so now it's like his kids like mine Whenever they call, whenever they need somethin', I come through Most of the time, when you dealin' with pain You try to cope wit' it by runnin' to drank, -, pills, all that That's 'posed to be medicine, but the whole time it's makin' me more sick, for real