Moneybagg Yo - More Sick lyrics
Moneybagg Yo [DeMario DeWayne White Jr.] Memphis, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Moneybagg Yo - More Sick lyrics]
When I ain't takin' these drugs
I get nauseous (Nauseous)
Thinkin' 'bout my dawg gone, I get more sick
(Throw it off)
I be needin' love, but I won't force it (Nah)
I prefer wock' over red, I got choices
(Choices)
I've been like this all my life
Guess this shit in my genes (DNA)
I've been thinkin' 'bout my life
Gotta get out them things (Why?)
Too much fentanyl in the street
They puttin' they cut on pills (Chill)
I lost Shanayna to that shit
It still don't feel real
Standin' over her, shakin' my head
Wipin' Damiyah tears (Uh)
She takin' it the hardest, reminscin'
Thirteen years (Hurt)
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
(Inside) mama jump up out the bed
Every time she hear a siren
(Hope it ain't me)
No 2-1-9-4's, FI 2-3's (What else you need?)
That little pink pill put me at top speed
(Go)
When I ain't takin' these drugs
I get nauseous (Nauseous)
Thinkin' 'bout my dawg gone, I get more sick
(Throw it off)
I be needin' love, but I won't force it (Nah)
I prefer wock' over red, I got choices
(Choices)
Don't know what you is to your city
But I run mine (Mine)
Know where you at, watch where you step
Don't cross the gun line (Don't do that)
I like hittin' her from behind
She say "It's all mine" (Uh)
But, I can't lay up with you, boo
You know it's crunch time (Go)
Spaced out, lookin' out the window
I just start cryin' (Why?)
Tryna figure you out who gave that
Drop on when my dawg died (Cuz)
Wrote that in red
I told him "Make sure pressure get applied"
('Nem)
Every picture I got with you, I can't archive
(We got 'em) i get deep off in my feelings
And I can't hide it (Man)
Let 'em talk, sit back, be quiet
I never regret my silence (Shh)
I want them to feel how I feel
So I resort to violence (Spin)
No, I can't wife her
If the bitch come with high mileage
(Red cup)
When I ain't takin' these drugs
I get nauseous (Nauseous)
Thinkin' 'bout my dawg gone, I get more sick
(Throw it off)
I be needin' love, but I won't force it (Nah)
I prefer wock' over red, I got choices
(Choices) when I ain't takin' these drugs
I get nauseous (Nauseous)
Thinkin' 'bout my dawg gone, I get more sick
(Throw it off)
I be needin' love, but I won't force it (Nah)
I prefer wock' over red, I got choices
(Dealin' with my problems a lil' different)
These last eight to ten months
Is the real reason why shit
Been goin' how it's goin' for example
Me still tryna be a superstar artist
Me tryin' to please
My fans and put music out to the world
But at the same time
Dealin' with real situations
Endurin' real pain
I'm talkin' 'bout back to back, back to back
Back to back
One year changed my whole life forever
I lost my kids, mama, I had to take them in
What man you know doin' that, for real?
At the peak of his career, at that
Then on top of that
I lose my brother to the streets
Shit, he had kids
So now it's like his kids like mine
Whenever they call
Whenever they need somethin' i come through
Most of the time, when you dealin' with pain
You try to cope with it by
Running to drank, weed, pills, all that
That's 'posed to be medicine
But the whole time it's making me more sick
For real
I get nauseous (Nauseous)
Thinkin' 'bout my dawg gone, I get more sick
(Throw it off)
I be needin' love, but I won't force it (Nah)
I prefer wock' over red, I got choices
(Choices)
I've been like this all my life
Guess this shit in my genes (DNA)
I've been thinkin' 'bout my life
Gotta get out them things (Why?)
Too much fentanyl in the street
They puttin' they cut on pills (Chill)
I lost Shanayna to that shit
It still don't feel real
Standin' over her, shakin' my head
Wipin' Damiyah tears (Uh)
She takin' it the hardest, reminscin'
Thirteen years (Hurt)
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
(Inside) mama jump up out the bed
Every time she hear a siren
(Hope it ain't me)
No 2-1-9-4's, FI 2-3's (What else you need?)
That little pink pill put me at top speed
(Go)
When I ain't takin' these drugs
I get nauseous (Nauseous)
Thinkin' 'bout my dawg gone, I get more sick
(Throw it off)
I be needin' love, but I won't force it (Nah)
I prefer wock' over red, I got choices
(Choices)
Don't know what you is to your city
But I run mine (Mine)
Know where you at, watch where you step
Don't cross the gun line (Don't do that)
I like hittin' her from behind
She say "It's all mine" (Uh)
But, I can't lay up with you, boo
You know it's crunch time (Go)
Spaced out, lookin' out the window
I just start cryin' (Why?)
Tryna figure you out who gave that
Drop on when my dawg died (Cuz)
Wrote that in red
I told him "Make sure pressure get applied"
('Nem)
Every picture I got with you, I can't archive
(We got 'em) i get deep off in my feelings
And I can't hide it (Man)
Let 'em talk, sit back, be quiet
I never regret my silence (Shh)
I want them to feel how I feel
So I resort to violence (Spin)
No, I can't wife her
If the bitch come with high mileage
(Red cup)
When I ain't takin' these drugs
I get nauseous (Nauseous)
Thinkin' 'bout my dawg gone, I get more sick
(Throw it off)
I be needin' love, but I won't force it (Nah)
I prefer wock' over red, I got choices
(Choices) when I ain't takin' these drugs
I get nauseous (Nauseous)
Thinkin' 'bout my dawg gone, I get more sick
(Throw it off)
I be needin' love, but I won't force it (Nah)
I prefer wock' over red, I got choices
(Dealin' with my problems a lil' different)
These last eight to ten months
Is the real reason why shit
Been goin' how it's goin' for example
Me still tryna be a superstar artist
Me tryin' to please
My fans and put music out to the world
But at the same time
Dealin' with real situations
Endurin' real pain
I'm talkin' 'bout back to back, back to back
Back to back
One year changed my whole life forever
I lost my kids, mama, I had to take them in
What man you know doin' that, for real?
At the peak of his career, at that
Then on top of that
I lose my brother to the streets
Shit, he had kids
So now it's like his kids like mine
Whenever they call
Whenever they need somethin' i come through
Most of the time, when you dealin' with pain
You try to cope with it by
Running to drank, weed, pills, all that
That's 'posed to be medicine
But the whole time it's making me more sick
For real