Medical MGMT

Yeeee; ha Yeah, yeah Get low; Stay high Get low; Stay high Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I love my grass it's my medical management Been off them xans all my friends call me the chemist Mix the codeine with a sprite throw a rancher in Then I take a sip mm take me for a spin I think I quit the gin I smoke like oxygen I smoke with lots of friends Only bud no viscous I'm a simple man I got simple plans I am not the band But imma bout them bands Imma bout them bands Come off them and then I scram The kid got heavy hands Mossberg he never jam Shooter I shoot em dead Reload tap rack Peel yo cap back Bringing back rap facts They must be off the gin They smoke a lotta pens My niggas aint my friends Brothers until the end We are simple men We got simple plans We are not the band But we about them bands We about them bands Come off them then we scram The kids got heavy hands Mossberg he never jam Shooters we shoot em dead Reload tap rack Peel yo cap back Bringing back rap facts Bringing back rap back Where you trap at Ahah that's a big cap Snapple cap fact Yea I'm laughing to the bank Smoking Cuomo signed dank New York till the fucking grave Shimmy yah shimmy yay I'm a ram to a goat running niggas over Gun won't jam staying strapped like a fucking soldier Warring till I'm cold bruh Hold up Who the fuck told ya we are cool Beat it fool Gotsta go uh You must be off that gin I'll smoke you like a stig Nigga you not my friend Watch for the hole you dig I'm a simple dude I am kinda of rude I call every move A Capo in the coupe I'm a don to you We are not fam I am twice removed Fuck you talking to Get caught slipping ooh I might have to do it I don't want to do it But I gotta to do it Got damn where's my medical management Hello Doctor Hello Doctor Nurse?