Antidote

[Intro] This nigga Korey said dropping jewels like the chain broke, nahmsayin'.That's all I really wanna do [Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks] I had a lot of role models, old niggas, doctors, dope dealers It's funny cause it was the same thing to me Cause money was the main thing we was trained to reach Same thing they get paid a month, mothafucka I get paid a week And I done had all kind of hoes, different girls from A to Z My car is switching every day of the week, Yours can't get you from A to B Without breaking down, locking up, I don't know no hoes that I can trust That Polo on or Nautica, selling the phones was not enough Roll the dice until we out of luck Because coming from the bottom to the top is rough The government be giving not a fuck And neither should you, you got a crew and your crew is tough Nobody will fall cause everyone will be each other's crutch You lean on me, I lean on you, nigga I hold you up Toothpick Clique or bust your head with a brick Girl, I see you on top of me, just ride it like a jockey She soaking wet, musta not known who you was stroking with The coldest sex from the twenty-something, sort of older vets [Hook: Brandun & Michael] A wise old soul once told me "son come ask me what you wanna know" These words won't last, this lifestyle's bad, this piece of mind the antidote Gotta get that paper doe, gotta get that paper doe Gotta get that paper doe, gotta get that paper The world won't end, it's still gon' spin, some niggas will but we won't Cause see I care, I wanna share, with you my mind the antidote Gotta get that paper doe, gotta get that paper doe Gotta get that paper doe, gotta get that paper [Verse 2: Michael] We be the lords, god, get a picture of him baby In that Porsche Boxster, driving like he crazy We be the lords, got hoes wanna have his baby So of course I'm, smashing on the daily And I got bands on top of bands, popping molly with my white friends Sip a Tropicana, OJ and I'm okay Now that AC feeling crazy coming up out of them vents Dark shades, they be adding that tint, whole time we was tryna invent While they bit, you can't prevent what's 'posed to happen, it's meant Don't let me find out you sold your soul for the smallest percent You sold your soul just for some gold and got a heart of cement Oh yes, and we be kicking them hoes out that y'all kept I'm keeping records of them plain broads y'all press I guess this success is dependent on Less of the stress, getting more of the women though I'm gon' show you niggas how to progress and get along [Hook]