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the pill - nicky g lyrics

(intro)
why does everything they play on the radio gotta sound the same bruh? i tried to warn em, man. they kept playin with me! -sigh-…look what yall made me do!

(verse 1)
it’s the t-r-u m-u-double z-i-k won’t stop til you see my face
in ya dreams and ya nightmares, the mic slayer
in white nike airs givin em all night terrors
like blaow, pow how ya like me now?
used to say it was foul, but now they jockin my style
and it’s back to bars. i beat yall
i could teach yall suckas, but i’d have to charge
got half a mind to spaz and conquer the whole globe
just to see my people in chanclas of rose gold
proud to be a lethal, anomalous old soul. i’m so bold
these other rappers so-so, oh!
truth be told, don’t get blacker than this
never line the pockets of a greedy capitalist, sacrilegious
biggest three done made it back on my list
they getting more than just a slap on the wrist

(hook)
i’m fearless, yeah my heart’s enormous
like a moor who would stop and loiter over n-z- borders
this here’s what the doctor ordered
a pill to stop weak squeaks over weak beats! (x2)

(verse 2)
i’m a rap lovin, jazz pumpin
draft chuggin, mad southern black somethin
wrap bundles like a lumberjack
on the track, i’m back like i forgot somethin
channelin my energy done put me on the right path
imagine that, comin from the sandhills
just to put the game at a standstill
like grant hill back in ’94 no rival
could eva hope to check me don’t sweat the technique
i been ablaze since 17. better left alone, my cologne is kerosene
foreva king. ain’t no need for sire to hire a ghostwriter
i’m pennin fire this dire til i retire
i’m the grandson of run-dmc
tighter than a man-bun on a 3-inch weave
i’ll smack ya scalp back quick. my mouth sick
dressed to k!ll like the steel’s part of my outfit

(hook)

(verse 3)
i’m nick g the md from nc
countin mgs, dispensing the trends he
cooler than ya average. they accusin me of malpractice
they never learn, i’m sick i spread germs
see me on the mic, i’ll knock ya out in 3 rounds
internet troll famous now cuz he found
footage of the beatdown, put it on worldstar
2 million eye-loads, lord it’s gone viral
atl to cairo. bet i reach em down in egypt
still prayin that i get to see it
still layin down the illest cuts, never takin chump change
gunnin for the front page, bet ya read it
then ya weepin. i was taught to always keep my head up
neva let em bring me down low
i’ve been doubted for years, but still stand right here
kickin my voice, my heart, my flow, my soul, let’s go!

(hook)

(outro)
i told yall! we through playin around here! there’s no room for you if you ain’t tryna rap, what’s good? we droppin mean tracks, bringin 16s back! trumuzzik for life. we just gettin started haha! aye hustle, we got one. let that guitar cry man, we out

- nicky g lyrics

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