Antidote Lyrics - Singles - Sir Michael Rocks

[Intro] 

This nigga Korey said dropping jewels like the chain broke, nahmsayin'.That's all I really wanna do 

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[Verse 1: Michael] 

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, on 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 

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[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]