SOMETHINGFORJUNKIES

SOMETHING FOR JUNKIES (Explicit) - Killer Mike/Fabo

Lyrics by：Michael Render/Donald Cannon/Torbitt Schwartz/Damien Romel Farmer lll/Warryn Campbell/Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan/Lefabian Williams

Composed by：Michael Render/Donald Cannon/Torbitt Schwartz/Damien Romel Farmer lll/Warryn Campbell/Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan/Lefabian Williams

Produced by：Don Cannon/NO I.D./Little Shalimar

Get doing something for love

Get oh my

Something for the addicts something for the users

Something for the junkies and the substance abusers

Something for the car washers something for the shade tree

Something for my uncle Jeff he died and they paid me

Something for kin folks in front of my storefront

Shout-out to Terrence dad I never hit your blunts

'Cause that was them blow blunts that wasn't them dro blunts

That was them geek joints and I got slipped one

Man I was geeked once man that was no fun

I had to call mom 'cause I am Denise' son

She said

Stay calm chill out and eat something

Laughed at me later said

You were just geeked son

This is for geek monsters this is for junkies too

What Ready Ron did to DMX did somebody do to you

Ay this is for the J's working hard to get paid

Pay 'em fair wage and do not treat your people like slaves

Something for junkies something for losers

Addicts and users substance abusers

This is something for junkies something for losers

Addicts and users substance abusers

Something for junkies

When you see men fall don't laugh

Learn learn because you're on your way up

And the things that tempt people to fall you and I

Are not free from that temptation nor from the weakness

That will 'cause us to stumble and fall

When you laugh and somebody else's fall white or black

Rich or poor your enemy or your friend

You are laughing and opening a way for

Your own demise when you do that

Because to laugh and not learn

To make mockery and not to understand

Is to make the same mistake yourself

Looked at me said all of you got the same ****

Woke up straight travel great counting my money

Had a quick convo with my auntie the junkie

I tell her baby you've been going too hard lately

See you like 60 baby but you've been looking 80

She said **** Michael I've been smoking since 80

Before the shooters back when we still called it freebasing

She closed her eyes fantasized 'bout better times

When she was beautiful fine and still snorting lines

She told me stories of glory the club saying Suzy

Atlanta night life was glamor rich black bougie

A damn movie she says puffing a damn loosie

Trigger warning the next moment she took a hit

She zoned out came back took a spit

Looked at me said all of you got the same ****

She said Michael

You say you love me I know you mean it

'Cause you still treat

Your junkie auntie like a human being