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PHARMACY
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Hip-Hop/Rap
PHARMACY was released on July 12, 2026 by Upper Echelon as a part of the album THE TRUTH
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Release DateJuly 12, 2026
LabelUpper Echelon
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM76

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nosaint
Nosaint
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nosaint
Nosaint
Songwriter
Reuben Frost
Reuben Frost
Songwriter
Cut space
Cut space
Songwriter
Matthew Testerman
Matthew Testerman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cut space
Cut space
Producer
R8
R8
Producer
Zodiac
Zodiac
Producer, Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(Woo)
(Fuck goin' on, Reight?)
All these drugs in the whip like a pharmacy (Yeah)
All these drugs in the whip I'd fuck round be ya doctor (Yeah)
Black on black like mafia wit gang I'm moving proper (Yes)
Drugs in the whip, we got the junkies come and shop
I can't these bitches, I can't trust up on no thot
Gave her access to your soul, and you damn near lost ya mind
I'm too busy counting cho's, sorry baby I ain't got no time
All these **** they gone fold and I see it all the time
Why that **** acting bold? He get smacked he outta line
I had to switch the coast, I pop a xan then tap out on the flight
I stay loaded with that pipe
Outta mind, Outta sight, Yeah
All my **** bout it bitch they tryna go
You can get what you want, you just gotta play your part go play your role
I get high, I like to get lost, I like to get in my zone
Opp **** mad his bitch keep on playing my songs
I just told em pay what he weigh, I told that boy pay what he owe
I told that boy he can't ride this wave, no you can't hope in this boat
I stayed down and I made a way, now I got racks on the floors
Young **** speaking all them facts, like a young **** speak under oath
I'm motivated, motivated
Young **** going hard, I'm going brazy
Got it by myself I had no one to save me
I gotta get these racks boy I can't do no playing
(Woo)
All these drugs in the whip like a pharmacy (Yeah)
All these drugs in the whip I'd fuck round be ya doctor (Yeah)
Black on black like mafia wit gang I'm moving proper (Yes)
Drugs in the whip, we got the junkies come and shop
I can't these bitches, I can't trust up on no thot
Gave her access to your soul, and you damn near lost ya mind
I'm too busy counting cho's, sorry baby I ain't got no time
All these **** they gone fold and I see it all the time
Why that **** acting bold? He get smacked he outta line
I had to switch the coast, I pop a xan then tap out on the flight
I stay loaded with that pipe
Outta mind, Outta sight, Yeah
Written by: Cut space, Matthew Testerman, NOSAINT NOSAINT, Reuben Frost
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