SOMETHING FOR JUNKIES

Something for the addicts, something for the users

Something for the **s 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

Shoutout 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 on, said, "You were just geeked, son"

This is for geek monsters, this is for **s too

What Ready Ron did to DMX, did somebody do to you?

Ayy, 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 **s, something for losers

Addicts and users, substance abusers

This is something for **s, something for losers

Addicts and users, substance abusers

Something for **s

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

Woke up straight, travel great, counting my money

Had a quick convo with my auntie the **

I tell her, "Baby, you've been going too hard lately

See you like sixty, baby, but you've been looking eighty"

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 ** auntie like a human being"

Something for **s, something for losers (something for the **s, something for the users)

Addicts and users, substance abusers (something for the world all around us that abuse us)

This is something for **s, something for losers (something for the lifestyle, don't never let it do ya)

Addicts and users, substance abusers (that's another world )

Something for **s

Something for the **s, something for the user

Something for the world all around us that abuse us

Tina went to school with me, that was baby Jordan's sister

She was bustin' 380 when I was down in Florida with her

I was young Paco, became a starting pistol

She used to tell me she loved the hell out of this Georgia **

Never take for granted what you love the most

I cried when I lost her to an overdose

The streets, they don't tell you about the ghosts

And you just can't ignore all of the **s you see

Ayy, buddy only want one, but he brang back five

He get the whole pack off so you can get fly

It's your uncle, it's your cousin, it's your partner on the sly

Know somebody somewhere praying, "I hope my mama don't die"

Oh

I know somebody praying that my mama don't die

Something for the **s and users

Oh

Something for the **s and users and abusers

Somebody out here praying that my mama don't

My mama don't, my mama don't, ooh, yeah

And I hope my mama don't, don't die

Know somebody somewhere praying, "I hope my mama don't die"