Audiopium

Lyrics

[Intro: Kirk Knight, CJ Fly & Joey Bada$$] Sounds like another word Yeah, Kirk, you gotta add your shit to this Yeah, yo, my nigga, don't even trip I ain't trippin' You know we get the dollar slices for free Yeah, too broke shit Yeah, yeah, bankrolls ya bitch Know what I'm saying? We got them fiends round All the way round the block twice, nigga Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go (Pro Era!) [Hook: Joey Bada$$ & CJ Fly] Beast Coast stunna 'bout to feast this summer Brand new pies, got the pizza coming This dough man don't need no oven My dope-heads they need that Audiopium, audio Audiopium, audio Beast Coast stunna 'bout to feast this summer Brand new pies, got the pizza coming This dough man don't need no oven My dope-heads they need that Audiopium, audio Audiopium, audio [Verse 1: Nyck Caution & Dessy Hinds] Yeah, I'm about to cop some more, it's on me, got the guap from tour And cops circle 'round the block, know it's time for sure (Ayo, keep that shit low nigga) Lock the door This shit pop when I got the chord [Verse 2: Kirk Knight] And I need more money yeah, por favor And I sell a ton can't wait, hold some more Serve bass, got loud, got more in store If you ain't do it like I do it, you ain't popping boy [Verse 3: Dessy Hinds] Rap, no pop, record They got fiend by the back up cause, backing off With the price of crack, that could crack your jaw Then running with the packs like I pack them all [Verse 4: Aaron Rose] And we running like a pack of dogs, pack the floor The pack blast heat leave 'em lacking thoughts They can feel it in the streets so we tax 'em off I gotta break up all my piece let 'em blast it off, audiopium [Hook: Joey Bada$$ & CJ Fly] Beast Coast stunna 'bout to feast this summer Brand new pies, got the pizza coming This dough man don't need no oven My dope-heads they need that Audiopium, audio Audiopium, audio Beast Coast stunna 'bout to feast this summer Brand new pies, got the pizza coming This dough man don't need no oven My dope-heads they need that Audiopium, audio Audiopium, audio [Verse 5: Rokamouth] Still adding up my epiphanies I shall abide to apply with all my abilities Took all my alibis, bye for they lies When they tryna belittle me, bid on me Guess you wanna see the bitter me [Verse 6: Dirty Sanchez] Chilling with the don and yeah it's war, put a hit on me You can smoke all you want All you want bitch, just don't fuck with my purp I'm not finna work for no white man Put that on my heart with my right hand Latino heat, I do my dance Watch the money roll like that's my plan I only hang with a gang full of leaders I earned my stripes, pledge of allegiance Fuck all my teachers, I'm hoping you see this And everyone else that was non-believers Sunshine and that knife in 47 shit, for forever, shit You ain't fucking with mine, whatever bitch [Verse 7: Nyck Caution] Whatever Nyck spit sounding like Beretta clips It's been a minute but the Era got it's members together I'm with the world, got that notice, STEEZ quick to the catch yeah Want you back, remember what was missing from the game Audiopium, I'll probably be addicted forever, yeah [Bridge: Kirk Knight & CJ Fly] Audiopium We keep the dope fiends itching This that crack y'all been missing Audiopium Shoot this through your veins and take a trip and R.I.P. King Cap, you gave us vision Audiopium We keep the dope fiends itching This that crack y'all been missing Audiopium Shoot this through your veins and take a trip and R.I.P. King Cap, you gave us vision [Outro: Capital STEEZ] (Soul searchin') 'till my flows are perfect I ain't trynna be a slave to grow old from workin' Sorry BADA$$, you lucky that I peeped it second Tell them niggas keep it steppin' with they beat selection Check the melodies, it's so heavenly That shit'll get your hipster move with no 7D's Audi-opium, can I bust soliloquies Got that shit mix and mastered both remedies Grab a spoonful, we servin' up a pot And you know we gotta serve it while it's hot I'm flowin' like a volcano, I'm drippin' verses off the top Dirty cops still swervin' on the block Lookin' for black kids, that spittin' up acid It's in my jeans so don't worry what my pants is Get with the script it's that ignorant shit And we bound to get sick of it quick and I ain't sealin' my lips It's the shift, I know you feel it man We blowin' up like a ceiling fan Droppin' off jewels like Killa Cam's man When it comes to kickin' verses I'm Mr. Van Damme Crushin' strawberry, it's the jam So throw up both hands if you can Ironic how I'm killin' this shit, until they bury me My volume is going in depth with longevity Stupid