Zell Marley - Junkie Lyrics

This a hustle, baby, this is not a hobby
If nobody got my back, I know I got it
They found the shells, but they can't find the body
Been a week, and they still don't know who shot him
He already know it's on when I spot him
Yeah I try to keep the peace with everybody
But everybody ain't made like me
Everybody wasn't raised like me
Tryna crucify me like Jesus
But I'm real, and he fake
I'ma climb down off that stake
Put the nail gun dead to his face
I'm fiending for blood, 'cause I love the taste
When I ain't got no weed, it give me the shakes
Feel like a junkie, but that ain't the case
Madara shit, yeah, I'm slaughtering shit
I'm calculated, yeah, I'm smarter than niggas
I cut that boy off, he was lame, these niggas be broke with no shame
Only thing in your name is your name, put your shoes on the wire, get hanged
He say he want smoke but he can't
Go play with your baby, don't play with me, bitch
I can pick this shit up anytime like a Switch
Used to bathe in the sink, now I'm cleaner than dishes
I thought you was real, then I came to my senses
They stay tryna count me out just like a Census
What a nigga be doing ain't nobody business
Squeezing on that glicky, now that bitch a clicky
Tell them boys I'm here when they ready to get me
I be rollin' solo, ain't nobody with me
Running from these ratchet bitches like I'm Sticky
I-I-I'm Sandy, hoe, I'm Texas made, I'm sippin' purple lemonade
Ain't a street nigga, but I still tote sticks
I hang around snakes, I can't trust shit
You wanna kill me, and I wanna kill you, we can die together
We don't get along, we can't ride together
I was really down, I ain't mind the weather
Guess niggas ain't meant to be 'round forever
A zip, a beat, plus me, I like how that sound together
This a hustle, baby, this is not a hobby
If nobody got my back, I know I got it
They found the shells, but they can't find the body
Been a week, and they still don't know who shot him
He already know it's on when I spot him
Yeah I try to keep the peace with everybody
But everybody ain't made like me
Everybody wasn't raised like me
Tryna crucify me like Jesus
But I'm real, and he fake
I'ma climb down off that stake
Put the nail gun dead to his face
I'm fiending for blood, 'cause I love the taste
When I ain't got no weed, it give me the shakes
Feel like a junkie, but that ain't the case

This a hustle, baby, this is not a hobby
If nobody got my back, I know I got it
They found the shells, but they can't find the body
Been a week, and they still don't know who shot him
He already know it's on when I spot him
Yeah I try to keep the peace with everybody
But everybody ain't made like me
Everybody wasn't raised like me
Tryna crucify me like Jesus
But I'm real, and he fake
I'ma climb down off that stake
Put the nail gun dead to his face
I'm fiending for blood, 'cause I love the taste
When I ain't got no weed, it give me the shakes
Feel like a junkie, but that ain't the case
Madara shit, yeah, I'm slaughtering shit
I'm calculated, yeah, I'm smarter than niggas
I cut that boy off, he was lame, these niggas be broke with no shame
Only thing in your name is your name, put your shoes on the wire, get hanged
He say he want smoke but he can't
Go play with your baby, don't play with me, bitch
I can pick this shit up anytime like a Switch
Used to bathe in the sink, now I'm cleaner than dishes
I thought you was real, then I came to my senses
They stay tryna count me out just like a Census
What a nigga be doing ain't nobody business
Squeezing on that glicky, now that bitch a clicky
Tell them boys I'm here when they ready to get me
I be rollin' solo, ain't nobody with me
Running from these ratchet bitches like I'm Sticky
I-I-I'm Sandy, hoe, I'm Texas made, I'm sippin' purple lemonade
Ain't a street nigga, but I still tote sticks
I hang around snakes, I can't trust shit
You wanna kill me, and I wanna kill you, we can die together
We don't get along, we can't ride together
I was really down, I ain't mind the weather
Guess niggas ain't meant to be 'round forever
A zip, a beat, plus me, I like how that sound together
This a hustle, baby, this is not a hobby
If nobody got my back, I know I got it
They found the shells, but they can't find the body
Been a week, and they still don't know who shot him
He already know it's on when I spot him
Yeah I try to keep the peace with everybody
But everybody ain't made like me
Everybody wasn't raised like me
Tryna crucify me like Jesus
But I'm real, and he fake
I'ma climb down off that stake
Put the nail gun dead to his face
I'm fiending for blood, 'cause I love the taste
When I ain't got no weed, it give me the shakes
Feel like a junkie, but that ain't the case