Medicated - feat. Chevy Woods & Juicy J - Wiz Khalifa, Juicy J & Chevy Woods

You be anything you want
Uh

Just keep going, going, gone, gone, gone
Uh
It don't stop here nigga
Yeah
Uh

Back when I was young I had dreams of getting richer
Then my homie Breeze set me down
Schooled me to the picture
I was with some wild niggas, put me on the game
Told me if you tryin' to make your move
You gotta know your lane homie

All you got your name and your word, so never break it
For this life you pay a price
You get a chance you gotta take it
'Cause most niggas never make it
They stranded where I'm from
Ain't no conversation all they understand is get a gun

I was riding in my Bonneville hoping I could make it
Out selling peas and smoking weed
Avoiding police right up the street
Way back in the day before I had all of this paper
Before I had all of these diamonds
Before I had all of these haters

Now, I remember when, I seen it
And to me it was stuntin'
I remember when, I bought it I ain't needed or nothing
Always in a different state so now they label me a goner
I ain't come up out of nowhere
I'm from straight up off the corner

Now everywhere we go
They probably know my name 'cause I been there
Now everywhere we go
They said how much I spend when I'm in there
And I'm throwing up my money
For the ones who never made it
Sayin' fuck the ones who hated
Roll one up and celebrate

Now let's get medicated
Man, let's get medicated
Let's get medicated
Man, I'm hella faded
Man, let's get medicated

Let's get medicated
Let's get medicated
Man, I'm hella faded
I'm hella faded

Roll that weed up and smoke it
Take your bitch home and poke it
Juicy be gettin' so faded
Thank God I got a chauffeur
Only good cali bud
Pulling hoes bad as fuck
Just like a youngin' my nigga
Juicy do all them drugs

Niggas smoking that babbage weed
I be on that light green
Pop molly in the after hours
A member of no sleep team
Get a whole pound smoke it by myself
Or maybe at the Olympics with my homie Michael Phelps

You known I'm fresh up off that corner
Twistin' marijuana
They copy us, they clone us
Yeah, we so fly we owners
Got 'em acting like they been before
But they ain't never been at all
8 balls I was in no hole
Ain't have time to fuck with y'all

Champagne when we celebrate
Keen sense so I smell the hate
Middle finger we getting paid
It cost much but don't press that eight
That dotted line it ain't like that day
Comic book let me illustrate
Like power bang when they lift that cane
My cousin died wish I can get that day

Back like it's a vertebre
Bring that nigga on front street
Talk about and never be about it
They don't wanna beef 'cause that's lunch meat
So anything you need you know that's on me
And that's OG, I swear homie

Now let's get medicated
Man, let's get medicated
Let's get medicated
Man, I'm hella faded

Man, let's get medicated
Let's get medicated
Let's get medicated
Man, I'm hella faded
I'm hella faded

Riding down the street the way I'm grinding is unique
My city holding on to me so niggas holding on their heat
Throwing up their side, rolling up that leaf
All we do is get high, all we want is peace
Always on the grind that's every day so police looking
I'm just rapping killing beats and tryin' to stay away from booking
Yeah, my niggas dirty crooked I just had to make it known
And they hit the studio to show they happy to be home

Now, I remember when, I seen it
And to me it was stuntin'
I remember when, I bought it I ain't needed or nothing
Always in a different state so now they label me a goner
I ain't come up out of nowhere
I'm from straight up off the corner

Now everywhere we go
They probably know my name cause I been here
Now everywhere we go
They said how much I spend when I'm in here
And I'm throwing up my money
For the ones who never made it
Sayin' fuck the ones who hated, roll one up and celebrate

Now let's get medicated
Man, let's get medicated
Let's get medicated
Man, I'm hella faded

Man, let's get medicated
Let's get medicated
Let's get medicated
Man, I'm hella faded
I'm hella faded



Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Marcella Christina Araica, Floyd Nathaniel Hills, Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Kevin D Woods
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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