Junkie

[Nas] I kept telling myself I was gonna kick, but I never did I wish I did I'll be a junkie for the rest of my life I let the flow go where it want to go Back to Preemo Let's do it for days of B.I.G [Nas] I 3D printed the studio, D&D reinvented Me and you know who, Preem, and yeah y'all, it's been a minute Come up to the fourth floor through the door, Preemo renamed it Now it's HeadQcourterz under a new location We aliens like a deity trust Men that have standards, I'm the G-O-D, uh Bruh, I'm suppose to big kick this habit Done with it, havin' fun with it Hard to let it go, how could you when you in love with it? Once upon a time, I couldn't start my day without it I played it every morning loud while I'm ironing my outfit In my car just zonin' out, straight hot-boxin' I need that real dope, I cannot fuck with Suboxone Medications, they just don't work, my body jerks R&B playin', concert is how I got through the hurt 808 addictions, sound of a DJ mixin' Had to stay away from my young boy, 'cause all he listens to That gritty, that raw, intense, hardcore But makes me want to put them on to so much harder songs I consult the physician, prescribe me a pill How do I cope? I could die on this hill Find a rehab for beats and lyrics, a treatment center Counselor said I should be speakin' better Hi, I'm a rap-aholic, only been sober since my last installment Need music with substance, so it's abuse they call it I'm still sick, hello everybody, now I sit We all in this circle together, ain't that a bitch? I brought my brother here with me, his name is Chris He got a habit just like me, he cannot kick So again, be smart, 'cause this is fun for me No matter how nice you are, don't come for me I'm still a junkie, hip-hop junkie I need it in my arteries, it keeps callin' me And that's serious as a heart attack I'm an ancient artifact, we question if your art is fact I came from the bottom I need it in my arteries, it keeps callin' me And that's serious as a heart attack I'm an ancient artifact, we question if your art is fact I came from the bottom I need it in my arteries, it keeps callin' me [Nas] '88 Rucker park, trucks and cars Hustlers, they were stuntin' hard Thousand people, cops, hottest summer y'all Fresh out the subway cars, young Esco, no bum dress flow Shopped at 2-5 to Nike dunked the God Stoppin' was a little conscious monster, educated ignorance Lyin' head ring on the index flex, let's get into it Brought books, caught jooks And stuck between livin' clean, and overcoming lawlessness Tryin' to balance, the constitution writers Knew the troopers, some are liars A jambalaya combined with crimin' and law-abidin' Something they saw inside N-A-S and then Sony signed him I'm just a humble giant Stumble but fall forward, never backwards What is your dream? I'm my great-great-great grandfather's dream, one thing When you make yourself too accessible Some could lose respect if they think less of you The music electrocutes It's 'cause I'm a junkie And that's serious as a heart attack I'm an ancient artifact, we question if your art is fact I came from the bottom I need it in my arteries, it keeps callin' me And that's serious as a heart attack I'm an ancient artifact, we question if your art is fact I came from the bottom I need it in my arteries, it's 'cause I'm a junkie