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letra de different drugs - jame x lowd

{verse 1} [lowd]

double cup
my brain stuck on the drugs
got some brain, got a sprain, the purple rain pushing away the troubles like what
planning a reign, smoking the ‘jane for the pain, making the racks in the bank
doing the race like tay-k
head down like a runningback, dope in the backpack, working till ma has a halfback
get the gas like a plane, steady, aiming for stacks
make a b-tch bad
another one mad and another one sad, showing no lack
run it back, b-tch, where’s my tin i want to pack
my brain stuck on the drugs, looking for plugs, they looking for hugs, i’m making the run, i’m having some fun, taking pills just like a b-m
b-mping nade, bringing the flame, different players still the same game
flicked my wrist ’till she came

i do my sins i take the blame
i get the wins i make my name
scars on my skin, whiskey and gin, i’m the underdog i aim for fame
pills on the low, numbness in the body
i heard that’s what they claim
but i’m the plug
the p-ssy, i eat it plain
they p-ss-es, they can’t explain
they think they thugs
toasting up to a year i’m getting sh-t done it’s a cycle
posting up near your crib inhaling like it’s vital
my right strokes wrote the bible
not too many losses, ain’t got no f-cking bosses
i run the office call me michael
i put a four on the rocks, i put the name of the 4 on the block
the clock stopped ticking but the roley don’t stop with the tocks
kick the door down i don’t knock
drank an eight now i’m knocked
i’m off the lean but i’m seeing straight, feeling great
i’m rapping away my troubles till i get caught
backseat, joint in my mouth, i moved to the south
jame pointed a way, now i rhyme with tino and his trout, without a doubt dope my middle name i’m getting f-cking clout
i need some soap, my hands got dirty, my kid sells for thirty
i started getting thirsty for the money so i took a sip and now lowd i shout

{verse 2} [jame]
i’m from the dirt like i’m rerun
i had to charlie brown on ’em
i clean the plate when the meal’s done
sneak diss, where your manners at?
tryna say sh-t behind my back
i’ll drake on you like i’m back to back
i always pull up face to face
hit your girl up on facetime
take her out, we could fine dine
lookin’ at me like she want it bad
tell the waiter imma need the check
i chase the check like hyena
see ya wouldn’t want to be ya
they always cheesy like pizza
rock the boat now i’m seasick
i came up on a free zip
i zipped them up now they quiet
all these b-tches be wylin’
all of these snitches be crying i shut ’em up
i’m calling the shots now i get it done
p-ssy percussion i play the drums
i get the loaf let ’em fight for the crumbs
i get the bag imma see what it does
keep to myself there ain’t no one to trust

don’t know who to trust
isaiah rashad ’cause they stuck in the mud
stuck in the mud
way different drugs
way different drugs
they really on some sh-t
way different drugs
rolling up my spliff
way different drugs
i never made the switch
i never go back
i forever trip
i never go back
i forever trip

- jame x lowd

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