Tylenol

[Verse 1: Jay Swolo] AM, no nyquil, now wake up for that kite feel This slight work on that night deal Future shit, no tight bills Quarterbackin' that nickel dime, that's ESP at PM "OMG" when they see us, "who dat!" when you see him The weekend is your life nigga Hell yeah fucking right trigga That's a headshot and I take them Touchdown when I take off Doin' old shit wit my new friends My old homies they been gone That medication might kill y'all Prescriptions and them pills cost [Bridge] Niggas steady crying like they lost in court Balling out and we don't even play the sport Claiming it's a problem But don't have the balls So if we causin' headaches Get that Tylenol [Hook] Aspirin, Advil, pour it up, pop it off Acetaminophen, super fiends, line em up Knock em off! (If you a)Hatin' ass nigga get the Tylenol (If you a)Flakey ass bitch get the Tylenol No double checks you never next Like not at all I'm runnin' shit your progress slowing to a crawl [Verse 2] Rip it, feel it, flex it Fill it, kill it, you gotta respect it Lame niggas huntin' attention I keep a cool head, so I gotta neglect it My only competition, in the mirror I gotta deflect it The flyest nigga in the game No radar I'm never detected Turnt the fuck up when I'm kickin' em out Martin no Gina, you turnt the fuck down Stuck in a box, and you lost in the crowd PGR King buildin' Rome in 2 hours Never lying, I'm canine nigga, releasing the hounds Droppin' Audition Day, here's my number Hol' up, they calling me now (Outro) Yeah, and I guess, I just wanna be great... Hope it ain't too late Everything I do is for a reason, it has a purpose Not sure if you know this But I hope you noticed, and I hope you know this Cuz this ain't showbiz, this shit's my life And I can't do it wrong, if I gotta do it right It ain't nothin' left but to go up Cuz I can't go down, I gotta show my stuff and this is Audition Day, cannot let it, it get away I'm just trying to, show my face to the world and This is my day, right? But I guess not... Cuz my city don't love my shit if it ain't hot And bitches don't love me if I can't sing And what the fuck that mean? This right here is Tylenol Cuz this weak shit and this lame shit give me a headache I'm just tryna talk some real shit to ya Cuz I ain't tryna drop this shit like a day late It's AD. PGR is not a movement, it's not a gang, it's not a group It's not a clan. It's who I am You know who I'm trying to be? The motherfuckin' man Who the fuck gone stop me now, if that's my motherfuckin' plan, right? So you lame ass niggas, and you hatin' ass bitches I'm shuttin' niggas down, like I'm flippin' motherfuckin' switches And everytime you talk, all you dudes is blowin' smoke Clown ass niggas, yeah you lookin' like a joke I'm done wit it, I'm out. Shut ya fucking mouth I'm soaring, I'm soaring to the motherfuckin' clouds Tylenol. AD