Junkie

I kept telling myself I was gonna kick, but I never did
I wish I did
I'll be a junkie for the rest of my life
I let the flow go where it want to go
Back to Preemo
Let's do it for days of B.I.G, yeah

I 3D printed the studio, D&D reinvented
Me and you know who, Preem, and yeah, y'all, it's been a minute
Come up to the fourth floor through the door, Preemo renamed it
Now it's HeadQcourterz under a new location
We aliens like a deity trust
Men that have standards, I'm the G-O-D, uh

Bruh, I'm suppose to big kick this habit
Done with it, havin' fun with it
Hard to let it go, how could you when you in love with it?
Once upon a time, I couldn't start my day without it
I played it every morning loud while I'm ironing my outfit
In my car just zonin' out, straight hot-boxin'
I need that real dope, I cannot fuck with Suboxone

Medications, they just don't work, my body jerks
R&B playin', concert is how I got through the hurt
808 addictions, sound of a DJ mixin'
Had to stay away from my young boy, 'cause all he listens to
That gritty, that raw, intense, hardcore

But makes me want to put them on to so much harder songs
I consult the physician, prescribe me a pill
How do I cope? I could die on this hill
Find a rehab for beats and lyrics, a treatment center
Counselor said I should be speakin' better
Hi, I'm a rap-aholic, only been sober since my last installment

Need music with substance, so it's abuse they call it
I'm still sick, hello everybody, now I sit
We all in this circle together, ain't that a bitch?
I brought my brother here with me, his name is Chris
He got a habit just like me, he cannot kick
So again, be smart, 'cause this is fun for me
No matter how nice you are, don't come for me
I'm still a junkie, hip-hop junkie
I need it in my arteries, it keeps callin' me

And that's serious as a heart attack
I'm an ancient artifact, we question if your art is fact
I came from the bottom
I need it in my arteries, it keeps callin' me
And that's serious as a heart attack
I'm an ancient artifact, we question if your art is fact
I came from the bottom
I need it in my arteries, it keeps callin' me

'88 Rucker park, trucks and cars
Hustlers, they were stuntin' hard
Thousand people, cops, hottest summer y'all
Fresh out the subway cars, young Esco, no bum dress flow
Shopped at 2-5 to Nike dunked the God
Stoppin' was a little conscious monster, educated ignorance
Lyin' head ring on the index flex, let's get into it

Brought books, caught jooks
And stuck between livin' clean, and overcoming lawlessness
Tryna to balance, the constitution writers knew the troopers, some are liars
A jambalaya combined with crimin' and law-abidin'
Something they saw inside N-A-S and then Sony signed him
I'm just a humble giant
Stumble but fall forward, never backwards
What is your dream?

I'm my great-great-great grandfather's dream, one thing
When you make yourself too accessible
Some could lose respect if they think less of you
The music electrocutes
It's 'cause I'm a junkie

And that's serious as a heart attack
I'm an ancient artifact, we question if your art is fact
I came from the bottom
I need it in my arteries, it keeps callin' me
And that's serious as a heart attack
I'm an ancient artifact, we question if your art is fact
I came from the bottom
I need it in my arteries, it's 'cause I'm a junkie