Van Buren Records – Medic

Van Buren Records – Medic Lyrics

Artist: Van Buren Records
Song: Medic

You can’t sit with us
All my n#gg#s huddle up
Looking at the opposition thinking when these n#gg#s gon give it up
n#gg#s talking like they made it already you ain’t even did enough

Pull my sh#t out unprovoked she had hard time tryna pick it up
Push a n#gg# buttons
All that n#gg# good for is a copout and a punchin
Take her out the country

Treat her like a pumpkin
All my n#gg#s cousin homeinvader in cut he get to bussin
Listen to the nerves in ya body homicide incoming
n#gg#s so surprised they don’t even know what I’m becoming

Look inside eyes yea already knew this sh#t was coming
Stand 6 feet lil n#gg# me and you we not in common
That’s how I’m feelin rn n#gg# yea that’s my body (3x)
East side Brockton

Please be cautious
Duck
They shooting at functions
I was in the dungeon

You can’t sit with us
You sparring with puppys
I’m in my zone
I am not home

White America think that I’m a suspect
The way that i shine
I make your chrome hearts, look like, it mall jewelry
Rock tight jeans, but i get hype on a p#ss# n#gg#

Don’t you make a fool of me
Way too real, i swear, this, industry do not know what they gon do with me
n#gg#s talk down like I’m new to this
Get sliced up like charcuterie

Ride around town with o on me
When I’m down down bad man the henny gon hold me
Brand new AK and it got a kick back
Me and ya b#tch we just at the kickback

Ain’t no getting even boy we get back
Minor setback for a major come back
They like jiles forced it why he do that
Imma ignit n#gg# thought you knew that

Came up on a bag i already blew that
Came up on a bag i already flip that
Got this b#tch bragging that she f#cked me
If we being honest b#tch got lucky

Can’t trust a bozo i don’t f#ck with clowns
Can’t trust a n#gg# who gone runs his mouth
Killing the snake and the birds
An animal hearse, you doing the same thang

Couple of doubts in a spouse, she running her mouth, she sucking the gang gang
Yea, I’m stashing the wave, in my DNA
I’m making the blood sing
I hop in the V, without all the keys, I’m jacking the whip in a bike lane

My energy is solar, Hotter than Pensacola hold up
I got my sense in order, Y’all leaving a certain odor hold up
Feel like a supernova, Stretching the space and time when stars a line
Let god up on ya, Imma let god upon ya

n#gg#s done slept on my last sh#t
I’m going batshit
Eating my plantains
n#gg# be moving so basic

I put that sh#t on my watch
And my main thang
I kept my anger in silence
Now we got Biden, hoping the mood change

Me and the homies are wilding
Now we gon’ riot
Changing the whole game
I put VB on my back mane

n#gg#s want verses, I tax man
Weed turned a n#gg# to Max Payne
I heard yo sh#t in a trash can
Now we got Ki

And he feed us beats
I feel like a dog
Who been off the leash
I came to compete

I’m taking y’all seats
You get it capeesh?
Y’all peeped all my Feats
I’m under 6 feet

I win in my sleep
And I stand amongst sheep
I’m grinding my teeth
You close to the team

Who do you be ?
No f#cking with Sheed
No f#cking with meec
You ain’t in our league

I’m planting my seeds
I want all the cheese
I’m peeping y’all body
Y’all weak in the knees

SWV
SWV
SWV
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From the album:
Bad for Press [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021