More Sick Lyrics – Moneybagg Yo
When I ain’t taking these drugs I get nauseous (Nauseous)
Thinking ’bout my dawg gone I get more sick (Throw it off)
I be needing love, but I won’t force it (Nah)
I prefer Wock over red, I got choices
I been like this all my life, guess this *** in my genes
I been thinking ’bout my life, gotta get out them beams
Too much *** in the street, they putting they cut on pills
I lost Shanay to that ***, it still don’t feel real
Standing over her shaking my head wiping Damiyah tears
She taking it the hardest, reminiscing thirteen years
Taivo been through this, I had to ask him how you heal
Ain’t no amount of money gon’ change the way I feel
This a nightmare, I’m just trapped inside it
Momma jump up out the bed every time she hear a siren (Hope it ain’t me)
No 2-1-9-4s FI 2-3s (What else you need?)
That little pink pill put me at top speed (Go)
When I ain’t taking these drugs I get nauseous (Nauseous)
Thinking ’bout my dawg gone I get more sick (Throw it off)
I be needing love, but I won’t force it (Nah)
I prefer Wock over red, I got choices
Don’t know what you is to yo’ city, but I run mine
Know where you at, watch where you step, don’t cross the *** line
I like hitting her from behind, she say it’s all mine (Ugh)
But I can’t lay up with you, boo, you know it’s crunch time (Go)
Spaced out, looking out the window, I just start crying (Why?)
Tryna figure out who gave that drop on where my dawg died
Wrote that in red, I told them, “Make sure pressure get applied”
Every picture I got with you I can’t archive
I get deep off in my feelings and I can’t hide it
Let them talk, sit back, be quiet, I never regret my silence
I want them to feel how I feel, so I resort to violence
No, I can’t wife her if the *** come with *** mileage
When I ain’t taking these drugs I get nauseous (Nauseous)
Thinking ’bout my dawg gone I get more sick (Throw it off)
I be needing love, but I won’t force it (Nah)
I prefer Wock over red, I got choices (Choices)
When I ain’t taking these drugs I get nauseous (Nauseous)
Thinking ’bout my dawg gone I get more sick (Throw it off)
I be needing love, but I won’t force it (Nah)
I prefer Wock over red, I got choices
Dealing with my problems a lil different
These last 8 to 10 months
Is the real reason why *** been going how it’s going
For example, me still tryna be a super star artist
Me tryna please my fans and put music out to the world
But at the same time dealing with a real situations
Enduring real pain
I’m talking ’bout back to back, back to back, back to back
One year changed my whole life forever
I lost my kids’ momma, I had to take them in
What man you know doing that for real?
At the peak of his career at that
Then on top of that I lose my brother to the streets
***, he had kids, so now it’s like his kids’ like mine
Whenever they call, whenever they need something I come through
Most of the times when you dealing with pain you try to cope with it by running to
Drank, ***, pills, all that
That’s ‘posed to be medicine, but the whole time it’s making me more sick
For real