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nyck @ knight - audiopium lyrics

[intro: kirk knight, cj fly & joey bada$$]
sounds like another word
yeah, kirk, you gotta add your sh-t to this
yeah, yo, my n-gg-, don’t even trip
i ain’t trippin’
you know we get the dollar slices for free
yeah, too broke sh-t
yeah, yeah, bankrolls ya b-tch
know what i’m saying? we got them fiends round
all the way round the block twice, n-gg-
yeah, yeah, yeah, let’s go (pro era!)

[hook: joey bada$$ & cj fly]
beast coast stunna ’bout to feast this summer
brand new pies, got the pizza coming
this dough man don’t need no oven
my dope-heads they need that
audiopium, audio
audiopium, audio
beast coast stunna ’bout to feast this summer
brand new pies, got the pizza coming
this dough man don’t need no oven
my dope-heads they need that
audiopium, audio
audiopium, audio

[verse 1: nyck caution & dessy hinds]
yeah, i’m about to cop some more, it’s on me, got the guap i’m toured
and cops circle ’round the block, know it’s time for sure
(ayo, keep that sh-t low n-gg-) lock the door
this sh-t pop when i got the chord

[verse 2: kirk knight]
and i need more money yeah, por favor
and i sell a ton can’t wait, hold some more
serve b-ss, got loud, got more in store
if you ain’t do it like i do it, you ain’t popping boy

[verse 3: dessy hinds]
rap, no pop, record
they got fiend by the back up cause, backing off
with the price of crack, that could crack your jaw
then running with the packs like i pack them all

[verse 4: aaron rose]
and we running like a pack of dogs, pack the floor
the pack blast heat leave ’em lacking thoughts
they can feel it in the streets so we tax ’em off
i gotta break up all my piece let ’em blast it off, audiopium

[verse 5: rokamouth]
still adding up my epiphanies
i shall abide to apply with all my abilities
took all my alibis, bye for they lies
when they tryna belittle me, bid on me
guess you wanna see the bitter me

[verse 6: dirty sanchez]
chilling with the don and yeah it’s war, put a hit on me
you can smoke all you want
all you want b-tch, just don’t f-ck with my purp
i’m not finna work for no white man
put that on my heart with my right hand
latino heat, i do my dance
watch the money roll like that’s my plan
i only hang with a gang full of leaders
i earned my stripes, pledge of allegiance
f-ck all my teachers, i’m hoping you see this
and everyone else that was non-believers
sunshine and that knife in
47 sh-t, for forever, sh-t
you ain’t f-cking with mine, whatever b-tch

[verse 7: nyck caution]
whatever nyck spit sounding like beretta clips
it’s been a minute but the era got it’s members together
i’m with the world, got that notice, steez quick to the catch yeah
want you back, remember what was missing from the game
audiopium, i’ll probably be addicted forever, yeah

[bridge: kirk knight & cj fly]
audiopium
we keep the dope fiends itching
this that crack y’all been missing
audiopium
shoot this through your veins and take a trip and
r.i.p. king cap, you gave us vision
audiopium
we keep the dope fiends itching
this that crack y’all been missing
audiopium
shoot this through your veins and take a trip and
r.i.p. king cap, you gave us vision

[outro: capital steez]
(soul searchin’) ’till my flows are perfect
i ain’t trynna be a slave to grow old from workin’
sorry bada$$, you lucky that i peeped it second
tell them n-gg-s keep it steppin’ with they beat selection
check the melodies, it’s so heavenly
that sh-t’ll get your hipster move with no 7d’s
audi-opium, can i bust soliloquies
got that sh-t mix and mastered both remedies
grab a spoonful, we servin’ up a pot
and you know we gotta serve it while it’s hot
i’m flowin’ like a volcano, i’m drippin’ verses off the top
dirty cops still swervin’ on the block
lookin’ for black kids, that spittin’ up acid
it’s in my jeans so don’t worry what my pants is
get with the script it’s that ignorant sh-t
and we bound to get sick of it quick and i ain’t sealin’ my lips
it’s the shift, i know you feel it man
we blowin’ up like a ceiling fan
droppin’ off jewels like k!lla cam’s man
when it comes to kickin’ verses i’m mr. van damme
crushin’ strawberry, it’s the jam
so throw up both hands if you can
ironic how i’m k!llin’ this sh-t, until they bury me
my volume is going in depth with longevity
stupid

- nyck knight lyrics

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