Lyrics Taste Of Medicine - Young Pressure

Get a taste of my medicine don't spit it out bitch kept it in
Oh fuck you on a ride
Killing thoughts no Columbine
In a bag ya mom'll cry
More vision with one eye
Smart ass you a dumb guy
Suit me up don't give a fuck

They really saying you done Ty
Eat the pussy no lunch bribe
Take em out he must die
Truth be told I'm moving slow now fast pace her ass race
On my dick she do the dance I'm walking in like who the man
Spilling heart I use a can
Hates funny when you a fan
Damn
It's a little realistic
Got the power feeling mystic
Systematic bitches bragging fit the package I don't give a fuck
My soul is down in the ground I can't give it up
To the bottle is my solution smoking purp like contusion known as
Worse I'ma lose it my fucking brain has loosened
Screwing everybody till the day I'm in a tomb bitch
Girl get on ya knees clean it up broomstick
Nutting on ya floor and I am laughing when ya shoe sticks
Gold chains on my neck demons choke me where a noose is
Since adolescence been a nuisance
Life's fucking a joke and a lie throwing hope in the sky
Breaking body parts which bone you decide
Little Ken you don't want the work
Fore' I put you in a hearse
Yo mom has never cared McDonald's for dinner first
White trash at the finest want me killed at birth
Fuck nah

Finger fuck the world how I enter the earth
I'm aware that God is here and a sinners cursed
That's a forever what is time
You don't have it I'm in line
I'm an attic give me lines
Going drastic I'ma shine
Hoes can match it I don't mind
Feeling xantastic give her the wood I'll camp at it
Write yo death down I don't have to read the script
Motherfuckers turning pussy where ya penis went
What fucks a Lil Yachty when it's me you see a ship
Put a price on ya head then I plead the fifth motherfucker