Narcotics Anonymous - Meyhem Lauren, Buckwild, Heems

I’m addicted to the drugs, I can’t stop moving them

I’m addicted to the drugs, I can’t stop using them

I’m addicted to the drugs, I can’t stop moving them

I’m addicted to the drugs, I can’t stop using them

Don’t get it twisted dog, I just said no

Somebody showed me how to make drugs flow

I don’t use em to get high, just for getting fly

Started with a couple ounces just for getting by

Now we passed that, workers moving fast black

I wake up every day thinking where the cash at

The opposite side of addiction is still an addiction

That’s like a high for me each time I fill a prescription

Waking up in cold sweats, looking for a missed call

Still about that fast life, moving like a pitched ball

Shaking and pacing when that good product’s not around

If that ain’t here then Imma have to get it out of town

This addiction got me conflicted, my social life diminished

Every time I chill with bitches I just think about my spinach

I ain’t worried bout scoring, I’m already winning

This world’s an ocean filled with money and my mind is swimming

Thinking bout how I can bottle it and keep it

Fuck the weak shit, my niggas still get work the cheapest

Ain’t no secret, I’m an addict with a habit

I got to have it cause my spending is elaborate

Yo, lucky for you your number one custy

Is nice with the bars, no I never been rusty

Nice with the knife but I never tried to cut meat

Drown my emo shit on wet, get dusted

I guess I decided I’d try anything once

11 out in Queens, Heemy puffing on the blunt

And no it ain’t a gateway, beginning to a great day

Made me feel a great way, still fucking great, ay

I don’t give a fuck about no shape up, let’s get it started

If I don’t shape up, I’m dearly departed

Find your boy dazed, stinking up the apartment

I guess looking back, drinking’s where it started

I was 13, yo I thought it was jiggy

Son rolling round drinking Cisco and 151

Now I’m almost 30 and worried about my liver

Yeah it make me shiver and so I pray to Shiva

So fuck a shape up, I said «call me when you wake up»

Made 5 stacks off a show, get your cake up

My life is for the taking, dough you can rake in

If you don’t got a conscience say when

And where, I’ll meet you, I got a whip

Probably shouldn’t be driving in the fucking state I’m in

But there you go, textbook drug seeking behavior

I don’t even know, Jesus think I need a savior

Think I need something, couple things

Yo Mey, you could meet me, bring a couple things

Leaning off that codeine, you can spot me from the limp

Yo I’ll meet you at the studio bring a lobster and scrimp

I should’ve never told that doctor that my neck hurts

Now it’s 5 am, running around the sector with Hector

I’m blowing cash man, can we work out something special?

Off the record reckon, spit a free verse for your record

Is that good?

Is that enough bars?

Can I get my fucking shit now man

(Yeah I got you)

What is that 29 bars, how much shit get me?

(Imma hold you down son, just cross the street right, go in the building.

There’s gonna be a nigga with a mink hat on.

He’s gone point you to a little

girl on a scooter, she’s rocking a blonde wig.

She’s gone hand it to you,

alright?

Good looking.

One.)