Lyrics GIVE ME YOUR RX (feat. Son Soul) - PayRoll

Wait
Hold up
Whatchu gone do
Coming in hot
I'm that mother fuckin dude
Alright, brake
Load up
Gotta pay your dues
I gotta shot
That'll put them to snooze

Why you passed out on the floor when you need to put your hands up
I just knocked on your door you say you're dry well man get your grams up
I'll be back in a minute now
Running out
Finding out
I got a doubt
My account is at zero
Thereabouts a lie
Money back at home
Don't assume, need to go and think twice
Need to go and think twice
Buying it over priced
I don't need advice
Got that self-sacrifice
Like a little spice
Add it up nice
Like I'm rolling some dice
Number going up
And that's real tight
Like a knight with some armor baby that real bright

Bang on your chest like the king of the jungle
I'm ready to rumble
I'm poppin that bubble
I do what I want and I stay out of trouble
Arachnid is here to spit bars and stay humble
Back on that grind
Only spit one time
Like a solid to vapor
I'll make you sublime
Dirty with a pistol
Bruh you could call me Rick grimes
And I'm writing these raps
In like no time
Forty is blissful
You might catch a fistful
Arthur Morgan
I'm killing O'Driscolls
My name is not Malcolm
But I'm in the middle
My whistle belittle
Move fast like a missle

You better beware
Might trip in a pit of despair
Shit's a family affair
Even when we're not physically there
We're mentally guest-starring in your nightmares
I'm in the electric-chair
I'm sipping a beer all without a care
There
Shit's barely frizzing my hair
I'm feeling it
Sniffing that million air
Sniffing that million air!
Shit isn't fair
Nadda, Boom-bang
We're kicking it like the two legs of Lui Kang
I got the food-chain on my belt loop
Y'all are food-grade
I go Gloop
I'm leaving you ruing blue-faced like you're a Fugate
New or a doom's day
Shoot to play, you choose
And vamoose
Salute
No undo but come through a one, two
Bid adu
Yah dude

Why you poppin pills
Opiates, ya you might die
Looking for a thrill
But in the end you catch a life line
I don't want a reason to hate you but now I do
Drinking it up until your sober
Liver, alcohol be running through
Gobbledygook
Bitch I am shook
Suck on your vape
But you know it's not good
Sober, uncooked
Let off the hook
Writing these lyrics
Like I'm writing a book
Poet I know it
The rhyme with the flowing
I'm getting it going
I'm fly like a Boeing
I'm hoping I'm floating
Not closed to unknowing's
Promoting my music
You see that we're growing