Method Man, Hanz On , Sheek Louch - Lithium lyrics

Yeah, I'ma sit back and smoke
This mother fuckin’ bush
You thought it was over?
It's your boy Sheek Louch
It's the Lithium, mother fucker meth Lab 2

Look who comin’ back up from the slums
Took a scene from Whiplash
Hit you actors with the drum
Ain't no actin' where I'm from, nah
I'm in Staten, get it done
I used to be a student
Wasn't really into schoolin'
I was truant from the jump
Kept it movin' with the Knicks
Patrick Ewing with the dunk beat bump
Soundin’ like a body movin’ in the trunk
Pump shotty
Got everybody movin' when it dump
Side note, if you a boss
Then you movin’ where you want
I got high hopes
If you ever saw when I was broke
In the game since a kid
They never saw me as a GOAT
Yet, I'm scorin' and feelin' like
I’m Jordan in the post
Doctor J cool but now I
Like the coroner the most
Hanz and Sheek Louch, damn
They bar'ing the flow
Who am I to knock they hustle
Like a warrant at the door? Life funny
I'm feelin' like I'm Martin off the show
I'm just tryna get this money
Buy the Foreign off the show

It go to puma layin' hammers
Cabinets finish the job
Big Barker, he involved
Doctor paint a collage
Still a student tryna shoot for the stars
Still improvin', tryna rape all the odds
Rap architecure, nice with the bars
Meth Lab 2, call it the deuce
And when you talk about it later
Better call it the truth
The analytics, paramedics
Pullin' up at the booth
I heard them engineers, pioneers
Put series on loop
I guess them niggas didn't get it 'til proof
How them killas'll move
That's how them gangstas get they money
Recoup the psychedelic relics dyin' to shoot
And, yo, I'm built for the Borough
It doesn't matter who came wit'chu at all
And, yo, them corny niggas destined to fall
Hey, yo, they down to dilute
I'm from the Staten, Hanzarelli the Brute
And, yo, the boogie barker
Same wave just a different saga
It's lookin' easy 'cause these cats is trakka
And, yo, when is all these rappers gon'
Learn hard work, far as music concerned
Trumps talent yo, a point of return
Yo, bet your money, yo, I double the bank
And, yo, whoever lose could pay for the stank
Mother fucka!

D-Block! Hey yo, Meth, what up?
Meth Lab 2, huh? It's ya boy Sheek Louch
Hey, yo, I got 'em hey, yo, yo

We used to shop our demo so
You could listen to our story
Now I'm gettin' millions
I'm another category
Hard nigga, bitch, I'm like Denzel in Glory
Young, Red Navigator, bumpin' that nigga NORE
Had that Clan shit on
Hopin' you left space on the track "Protect
Ya Neck" so LOX could spit on
Meth Lab and too high so I'm Uber, cabbin'
I don't Dougie, I don't Kwon
I ain't fuckin' Dabbin'
Big weapons, dashiki, I'm Arabin'
The drama I bring
Little shooters under my wing
I started young, I was a mixtape king
Now my legacy is Ronald Reagan, Aston Martin
Gun on my hip
The passenger bitch kinda resemble Megan
(Which one?) megan Good, Megan Fox
Any state, any jail
Or group home mother fuckers gon' rep The Lox
Extended clip, don't get put in that box
Bitch

2, 2, 2
You see you see you see why this forever
Will be locked up in the end