He rolled up, asked him what he was sippin' on
He said lean, You want to hit it, dawg?
That's the same stuff Weezy's sippin' huh?
And tons of other rappers that be spittin' hard
Yup he had five up on
When he passed him that styrofoam
the easter pink, heard it in a rhyme before
Finally got to see what all the hype was on
And then he took a sip, sittin' in the Lincoln
thinkin' he was pimpin' as he listen to the system
Little did he know that it was just as addictive as base
Not the kind of hit from the kick [bad word] Hot box, let the bass bump
Take it to the face, gulp
Months later the use went up
Every blunt was [bad word] by the pink stuff
But [bad word] he loved that feelin'
Purple rain coated in the throat
Just so healin'
Medicine alleviate the sickness
liquid to fix and [bad word] with a cost
wake up, cold sweat, scratchin', itchin'
trying to escape the skin that barely fit him
gone, get another bottle just to get a couple swallows
headed towards the bottom couldn't get off it
Didn't even think he had a problem
Though he couldn't sleep without gettin' nauseous
Room spinnin', thinkin' he might of sipped just a little bit too much of that cough [bad word] His eyelids closed shut
Sat back in the chair clutchin' that cup
girlfriend came and a couple hours later said his name shook him but he never got up

He never got up, he never got up
We live on the cusp of death thinkin' that it won't be us
It won't be us, it won't be us, it won't be us
Nah, it won't be us

Now he just wanted to act like them
He just wanted to rap like him
Us as rappers underestimate the power and the effects that we have on these kids
Blunt passed, ash in a tin, pack being pushed, harassed by the feds
The fact of it is most people that rap like this talkin' about some [bad word] they haven't lived
Surprise, you know the drill
Trapped in a box to climb record sales
Follow the formula violence, [bad word]  and,  sells
So we try to sound like someone else
This is not Californication
There's no way to glorify this pavement [bad word]  percocet, and an eighth a day will leave you broke, depressed, and emotionally vacant
Despite how Lil Wayne lives
It's not conducive to being creative
And I know 'cause he's my favorite
And I know 'cause I was off that same mix
Rationalize the [bad word] that I'd try after I listen to dedication
But he's an alien, I'd sip that [bad word]  pass out or play Playstation
Months later I'm in the same place
No music made, feeling like a failure
And [bad word] me it's not dope to be 25 and move back to your parent's basement
I've seen my people's dreams die
I've seen what they can be denied
And "weeds not a [bad word]  - that's denial
Groundhog Day life repeat each time
I've seen oxycontin take three lives
I grew up with them, we used to cheef dimes
I've seen cocaine bring out the demons inside
Cheatin' and lyin'
Friendship cease, no peace in the mind
Stealin' and takin' anything to fix the pieces inside
Broken, hopeless, headed nowhere
Only motivation for what the dealer's supplying [bad word]  that [bad word]  that dope
Those pills, that [bad word]  that roach
Thinkin' I would never do that, not that [bad word] and growing up nobody ever does
Until your stuck, lookin' in the mirror like I can't believe what I've [bad word] Swore I was goin' to be someone
And growing up everyone always does
We sell our dreams and our potential
To escape through that buzz
Just keep me up, keep me up
Hollywood here [bad word]