Wiz Khalifa – Medicated

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1. [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
   Back when I was young I had dreams of getting richer
   Then my homie Breeze set me down schooled me to the picture
   I was with some wild niggas put me on the game
   Told me if you tryin’ to make your move you gotta know your lane homie
   All you got your name and your words will never break
   For this life you pay a price you get a chance you gotta take it
   Cause most niggas never make it they stranded where I’m from
   Ain’t no conversation all they understand is get a gun
   I was riding in my Bonneville hoping I could make it
   Out selling P’s and smoking weed avoiding police right up the street
   Way back in the day before I had all of this paper
   Before I had all of these diamonds, before I had all of these haters

   [Bridge: Wiz Khalifa]
   Now I remember when, I seen it and to me it was stuntin’
   I remember when, I bought it I ain’t needed or nothing
   Always in a different state so now they label me a goner
   I ain’t come up out of nowhere I’m from straight up off the corner
   Now everywhere we go, they probably know my name cause I been there
   Now everywhere we go, they said how much I spend when I’m in there
   And I’m throwing up my money for the ones who never made it
   Say I fucked the ones who hate it roll one up and celebrate

   [Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
   Now let’s get medicated
   Man, let’s get medicated
   Let’s get medicated
   Man I’m hella faded
   Man, let’s get medicated
   Let’s get medicated
   Let’s get medicated
   Man I’m hella faded
   I’m hella faded

   [Verse 2: Juicy J]
   Rolling weed up and smoke it
   Take your bitch home and poke it
   Juicy be gettin’ so faded
   Thank God I got a chauffeur
   Only good cali bud
   Pulling hoes bad as fuck
   Just like a youngin’ my nigga
   Juicy do all them drugs
   Niggas smoking that babbage weed
   I be on that light green
   Pop molly in the after hours
   A member of no sleep team
   Get a whole pound smoke it by myself
   Or maybe after Olympics with my homie Michael Phelps

   [Verse 3: Chevy Woods]
   You know I’m fresh up out that corner, twistin marijuana
   They copy us, they clone us
   Yeah we so fly we on us
   Got acting like they been before
   But they ain’t never been at all
   8 balls I was in the hall
   Ain’t have time to fuck with y’all
   Champagne when we celebrate
   Keen sense so I smell the hate
   Middle finger we getting paid
   It cost much but don’t press that eight
   That dotted line it ain’t like that day
   Comic book let me illustrate
   Like power bang when they lift that cane
   My cousin died wish I can get that day
   Back like it’s a vertebre
   Bring that nigga on front street
   Talk about and never be about it
   They don’t wanna beef cause that’s lunch meat
   So anything you need you know that’s on me
   And that’s OG, I swear homie

   [Hook: Wiz Khalifa]

   [Verse 4: Wiz Khalifa]
   Riding down the street the way I’m grinding is unique
   My city holding on to me so niggas holding on their heat
   Throwing up their side, rolling up that leaf
   All we do is get high, all we want is peace
   Always on the grind that’s every day so police looking
   I’m just rapping killing beats and tryin’ to stay away from booking
   Yeah my niggas dirty crooked I just had to make it on
   And let me hit the studio to show they happy to be home

   [Bridge: Wiz Khalifa]

   [Hook: Wiz Khalifa]

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