Addicts - Unknown T, M Huncho

Pyroman

Yeah

Cracks in the buildin', yeah, they made it fall apart

I don’t keep up with appearances to make you feel a part

Yeah, what I do, yeah, you weren’t there

Yeah, when I started all of the lines

I’ve seen it all through them motherfuckin' eyes

Six senses, yeah, that I got

The tightest tight with the plugs, it’s a knot

I got careers, my huncho don’t stop

I had to sacrifice love to progress

Used to put love, have him under duress

I made her sit on a pack

I told her a chicken always take care of the eggs

Managed the Pyrex, what I got up to before

Let’s take a guess

Brothers try catch up to me, they need rest

This shit gets tirin', know I’m the wizard

I’m still an enigma, I paint a good picture

I cannot stop, I’m a machine, yeah

Used to be a routine, yeah

I was sittin' and baggin', yeah

Now I eat cuisines, yeah

Now I eat Wagyu beef, yeah

That shit’s a hundred a fillet, yeah

Worked out my flow, how to steal it, yeah

Water on me, I distil it, yeah

Can’t take her back after I hit it, yeah

Fam, I’m on my bag that I gotta carry

And I’ll do it all in man’s city, yeah

Scorin' golazos, that’s Sane, yeah

Any amount and they ran it, yeah

They gon' say hello to me

I’m good with rubber bands bitch (Mmhmm) (Grrr, bow) (Grrr, bow)

Man, it’s been a decent year

I’m smokin' Cali', it’s a habit (Mmhmm) (Grrr, bow) (Grrr, bow)

Man, it’s kinda sad that kids are killin' kids

Man, that shit tragic (Mmhmm) (Grrr, bow) (Grrr, bow)

And they can’t help it

Man, that people’s parents, yeah, they were drug addicts (Mmhmm) (Grrr,

bow) (Grrr, bow)

And I can’t lie, yeah, I used to sell some drugs to the addicts (Mmhmm) (Grrr,

bow) (Grrr, bow)

Man, I can’t lie, man, I used to sell some drugs to the addicts (Mmhmm) (Grrr,

bow) (Grrr, bow)

Let’s get shit straight

If you’re fuckin' with me, there’s a stick in the place

We pop shit bait and pop them doors

Anytime and any place

Too many times had to pattern the case

Me and bro had to petrol bathe

If I buck into opps, no fear in my heart

Man’s pressin' the guage

If you got TT then it better be white

Don’t give me a Z if it’s comin' out beige

Don’t fuck with my cake

If you’re bumpin' me, man’s robbin' the flake

I still put buj on my block

I still try focus on black like Dave

How many punks try to set it on me

And I ended up chingin' and flippin' the page?

How can I beef these punks?

I’m a t’ug, 9 livin'

Got the bruck back spinnin'

If man try roll up then it gets barked at him

Weed that I’m billin', we rise and ping him

Two dum-dums in a gauge 'cah the nozzle’s twinnin'

Revolver’s spinnin', uh

Get the trapline blingin'

Slang it and dish it, I must be the trillest, uh

I’m trapped in the ends with skengs, drug addicts and drillers

Ballys and dingers, uh

Still get drilly

Poke man’s head, have him lookin' like Krillin, uh

Fuck how you’re feelin', my shit is the realest

They gon' say hello to me

I’m good with rubber bands bitch (Mmhmm) (Grrr, bow) (Grrr, bow)

Man, it’s been a decent year

I’m smokin' Cali', it’s a habit (Mmhmm) (Grrr, bow) (Grrr, bow)

Man, it’s kinda sad that kids are killin' kids

Man, that shit tragic (Mmhmm) (Grrr, bow) (Grrr, bow)

And they can’t help it

Man, that people’s parents, yeah, they were drug addicts (Mmhmm) (Grrr,

bow) (Grrr, bow)

And I can’t lie, yeah, I used to sell some drugs to the addicts (Mmhmm) (Grrr,

bow) (Grrr, bow)

Man, I can’t lie, man, I used to sell some drugs to the addicts (Mmhmm) (Grrr,

bow) (Grrr, bow)