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feltz or f3ltzyy - antidote lyrics

verse 1 + feltz

we’ll be on the block with that antidote
and all these pot heads know it’s dope
they ring the line, they get their smoke
we gotta survive on the streets we only getting old
i don’t know if you know what broke feels?
depressed in a mess popping sleeping pills
but life means a lot more then that, rest in peace to j+millz
rest in peace to jay your death will never heal
i can’t trust a b+tch shе might want me for my future mills
f+ck that sh+t, i’mma get lеgit and get me to the hills
make some rap, go attack, then i’ll get me a deal
i’m all of this, i’m all of that, but we know you don’t keep it real
i wasn’t even a teen on a curfew
knife by my side, all the time, i would hurt you
ends was sticky, there was beef and a lot of guns too
but i was only young so i didn’t know how a gun shoot
now i know how a gun shoot, let the gun shoot
if the kitty+kat ever tried to bump it, that’s a dumb dude
headshot, make you dog food
i’ll call up my yg to come and rob you
cos everyone on my block need some
i need one, bp need one
bp sent fist and i kneed one
i’mma go at it every season
how, can i, be moving all this antidote
so, it’s so dope it got me feeling a float
i’m all about my bread let me raise a toast
my life been full of ups and downs the f+cking slope
i hope you cope cos if you don’t
i’ve got the antidote
i’ve got that smoke
so, you can come and get you loads
me and you can smoke and spit a flow
why, do we have to move the antidote?
we tryna get the money so we don’t doe broke
it isn’t nice when you ain’t got no hope
and i need dough, so i stepped on these roads
(the cold streets)
invested in some smoke
chopped it up and let it go
now the trapline on froze
never thought back, now i’m over the stove
whipping, whipping, whipping, whipping, whipping, whipping, whipping (ay)
we got the chickens, you got pigeons, you ain’t winning ay
you see me grinning, cos i’m winning, you just finished ay
you’re in the kitchen but you’re only washing dishes mate
we ain’t missing, have you swimming with the fishes, great
surprise muddaf+cker, man this isn’t christmas mate
b+tch, been on her knees for too long, she got blisters ay
i can f+ck her and her best friend and her sister ay
cooling with a nice spliff and a bottle of ace of spades
she sipping punch, spike it up, now she out her face
we roll it up, smoking dubs, man i’m feeling great
we smoking pounds man you can’t come in here with your eighth
i smoke the cheese for the taste
the amnesia getting me so blazed
and in this hood a lot of people fake
that’s why my circles small and i ain’t got no mates
cos they could try and snake to the feds and get your freedom taken away
and they could try and get your papes and they’ll be running away
they might set you up and wet you up, but use to smile in your face
if you ain’t starved with me, you ain’t eating, you get no plate
i ain’t a hater but you know that f3ltzyy gets a lot of hate
i don’t give no f+cks, my name on your tongue, keep saying my name
i’m ahead of the game
i’m bussing, i’m blowing, call me usain
tryna be big call me the usa
i’ve got the antidote so money comes my way

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