Monday, December 3, 2012

"Medicated" Lyrics: Wiz Khalifa Ft. Chevy Woods & Juicy J

Wiz Khalifa talks about the story behind the track 'Medicated' featuring Chevy Woods and Juicy J, which appears on his upcoming album. See the lyrics and video below.

"Medicated" Lyrics

Be anything you want
Just keep going and going and going…..
And it don’t stop here nigga, yeah

Back when I was young I had dream of getting richer
Then my homie Breeze sat me down, schooled to the picture
I was with some wild niggas, put me on the game
Told me if you trying to make your move, you gotta know your lane
Homie all you got’s your name, and your word so never break it
For this life you pay a price, you get a chance you gotta take it
Cause most niggas never make it, they stranded where I’m from
Aint no conversation all they understand is get a gun
I was riding in my Bonneville, hoping I can make it out
Selling ps and smoking weed, avoiding police right up the street
Way back in the day before I had all of this paper
Before I had all of these diamonds, before I had all of theses haters

Now I remember when I seen it and to me it was stunting
Now I remember when I bought it I didn’t need it or nothing
Always in a different state so now they label me a goner
I aint come up out of nowhere I’m from straight up off the corner
Now everywhere I go, they probably know my name cuz I’ve been there
Now everywhere I go, t they say how much I spend when I’m in there
Now I’m throwing up my money for the ones who never made it
Saying fuck the ones who hated roll one up and celebrate

Now let’s get medicated
Man let’s get medicated
Let’s get medicated
Man I’m hell of faded
Man let’s get medicated
Let’s get medicated
Let’s get medicated
Man I’m hell of faded
I’m hell of faded

Roll that weed up and smoke it
Take your bitch home and poke it
Juicy be getting so faded
Thank god I got a chauffer
On that good Cali bud
Pulling hoes bad as fuck
Just like a younging my nigga, Juicy do all them drugs
Niggas stay smoking that garbage weed, I be on that light green
Pop molly in the after hour, a member of the no sleep team
Get a whole pound smoke it by myself
Or maybe at the ***, with my homie Michael Phelps

You know I’m fresh out that corner, twisting marijuana
They copy us they clones us, yeah we some fly wear owners
Got them acting like they been before but they aint never been at all
8 balls I was in the hall I aint have time to fuck with y’all
Champagne when we celebrate, king sense so I smell the hate
Middle finger we getting paid
Its cost much but don’t price that hate
That dotted line I aint like that date, let me illustrate
Like pow bang when they lift that k
My cousin died I wish i could get that day
Back like it’s a vertebrate and bring that nigga on Front Street
Talk about it but never be about it
They don’t want beef cuz that’s lunch meat
So anything you need you know that’s on me
And I’m OG I swear homie


Riding down the street the way I’m grinding is unique
My city holding on it me so niggas holding on the heat
Throwing up their side, rolling up that leaf
All we do is get high, all we want is peace
Always on the grind, that’s everyday so police looking
I’m just rapping killing beats and trying to stay away from booking
Yeah my niggas dirty crooking I just had the make it known
And they hit the studio the show they happy to be home


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