A.D.H.D

Uh-uh, fuck that (fuck that)

Eight doobies to the face, fuck that

Twelve bottles in the case, nigga, fuck that

Two pills and a half-weight, nigga, fuck that

Got a high tolerance when your age don't exist

Man, I swear my nigga trippin' off that shit again

Pick him up, then I set him in cold water

Then I order someone to bring him Vicodin

I hope that take the pain away from the feelin' that he felt today

You know, when you part of Section 8

And you feel like no one can relate

Cause you are, you are, a loner, loner

Marijuana endorphins make you stronger, stronger

I'm in the house party trippin' off

My generation sippin' cough syrup like it's water

Never no pancakes in the kitchen

Man, not one of our lives is caught up

In the daily superstition that the world is 'bout to end

Who gives a fuck? We never do listen

'Less it comes with a 808 (a melody and some hoes)

Playstation and some drank (technology bought my soul)

Lookin' around and all I see is a big crowd that's product of me

And they probably relatives relevant for a rebel's dream

Yep, her president is black

She black too, purple Label on her back, but that tab is light blue

She take it straight to the head

Then she look at me, she got A.D.H.D

Eight doobies to the face, fuck that

Twelve bottles in the case, nigga, fuck that

Two pills and a half-weight, nigga, fuck that

Got a high tolerance when your age don't exist

Like whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa

(Don't got a limit, just give me some more with it)

Whoa, whoa-whoa

(Don't got a limit, just give me some more with it)

Whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa

(They always told me A.D.H.D. did it)

And then she started

And then she started feelin' herself

Like no one else in this apartment

Beg your pardon? Oh, I rap, baby

How old are you? She say: Twenty-two

I say: Twenty-three; okay, then we are crack babies

Damn, why you say that? She said: Where my drink at?

I'ma tell you later, just tell your neighbors that the police relaxed

I stood up, shut the blind, closed the screen; Jumbotron

Made to the back where she reside

Then she said: Read between the lines

Yep, hope that I get close enough when the lights turn down

And the fact that she just might open up

When the Nuvo start to drown

Her body and I know the both of us really deep in the mood now

It's nothin' we can do now

Somebody walked in with a pound of that Bay Area kush

She looked at me, then looked at it

Then she grabbed it, then she said: Get it understood

You know why we crack babies?

Because we born in the '80s, that A.D.H.D. crazy

Eight doobies to the face, fuck that

Twelve bottles in the case, nigga, fuck that

Two pills and a half-weight, nigga, fuck that

Got a high tolerance when your age don't exist

Like woah oh oh woah

Like woah oh oh woah

Like woah oh oh woah

Like woah oh oh woah

(Don't got a limit just gimme some more with it)

(Don't got a limit just gimme some more with it)

(They always told me A.D.H.D did it)

You can have all my shine, I'll give you the light

Double cup, deuce, four, six, just mix it in Sprite

Ecstasy, 'shrooms, blow, 'dro, hoes, whatever you like

You can have all my shine, I'll give you the light