Nicotine

So I crawled out the gutter with a little bit of sewage Don't test me cause you know I'm gonna do it Mumblin' ain't music but flows if you're fried though Most the people actin' hard need to see a gyno High lows on the beat, Eyes low on the street I know no defeat, rhymes go on repeat Every line I hit to me I call that a victory I'm Popeye when his mouth taste all spinachy I need to find a givin' tree, hope money's what it gives to me That's what I call gettin' green, A hustle ain't shit to me This'll be your nicotine if you want smoke Had to smoke two roaches, I'm burnin' blunts I broke Concerned I want that dope, but it's only meanin' art shit But when that relapse blows, it's just retarded I seen some artists dead early, easily departed I'll be here regardless, rowdy bout to start shit Breaking in loudly, I lost the keys to my apartment Started from the bottom and now I'm underground Writin' fire lyrics here, wow I wonder how Hight when I be rhymin' and I ain't ever comin' down Dark like the sun is down but that's the way my mind is I'm a plus, cross me and you'll be gettin' minused Now is what the time is, I'm treated like your highness I used to play a little game, who can get the highest Who can get the highest Who can get the highest Run fast gun blast gonna fetch the bad man Incripted codes from badlands butter timberlands CAT scan stuttering half a zan gramm a man The rest of the tags brand when yall learn history of a afghan Batman and sandman gene hackman Watch the jazzman the death of a salesman Goddam tarzan heartscan contra rebels dark-skin Mama say you heartless regardless ya glare is shark pinned Honorary narc grins commentary smartness commissary starts when Stationery arts print probationary parts shift cautionary dark sins extraordinary sharpness Unconscious god particles harness the energy subconscious Colossal size charges dancing high and topless in front of the mighty Congress Narcanning a carcass train-spotting with options vains popping when captions Aren't starving in the projects parking in convents Smokin weed outta parchment involvement with sergeants Pardoned in departments Sharpened with every memory the verse start with Treachery bargained energy constant every corner and quadrant hardened By constant pressure to form every sentence just like a marksman Invest in time Come follow me We got all you need To get you through We got two for fifty here They selling garbage up the block