[Verse 1: St. Nic]

I might need a doctor, I'm so ill I got to

See some medical attention maybe I just ought to

Get me something proper, got to stop this bot yeah

Lately I been spinning like the blades on helicopters

Maybe I should just go ahead, spit over this canvas

And first note you knew you were no longer in Kansas

Let your mind go as she dances

Out of this world you won't find it on no atlas

I be coming hard like Vince Carter from the baseline

I don't gotta ask anymore I just take mine

All I gotta do is move the arrow back to make time

And on my headphones I'm tuned into the grapevine

So you better say something good about me

I be taking hits, yeah I hit about three

And I get irrational when I'm not sober

So you best be bobbing like you saying yes over and over

Bob your head to the lyrical casanova

Spitting venom like a King Cobra

Have a seat student you must earn your diploma

Maybe you'll just get it when you're older

[Bridge: St. Nic]

Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go

Now we know, now we know, now we know, yeah we know

You killed that Nic

[Verse 2: Taxi]

Not wrote in 6 months, might spit it off the top

When the pen run out the mind don’t ever stop

Never stop no

Where ya ass was at did you wonder where I’d go

Weather never hot whether thunder or it snows

There’s a hundred hoes here and they lurking like they crows

Where my bros? I don’t know

They never hit me up unless we getting comatose’d

I just need a pick me up when I’m feeling kinda low

Dicking down a slut then explode like Dynamo

That’s Magic, so classic

Fly shit only my fabric

No Dragic but my Heat Dipo on the fryer

Victor, no Vaughn cos the man got fired

Almost retired, took so long to get inspired

I need to get higher

Not smoked in 6 years but I feel that I could start

All these hopes and fears are weighing very heavy on my heart

Passed some reports so they saying that I’m smart

Wish that I was gassed but don’t care about your charts

Don’t care about your charts, I really don’t

Try to play fair always knowing that I won’t

And this little toned devil that I really wanna bone

Acting all grown with those freckles on her nose

It’s a shame she got a man or I’d wrestle off her clothes

Make her scream my name as she curls up her toes

So off-topic, catch a plane to the tropics

Mad exotic bitch and some bad narcotics

And I’m only ever stopping when Kanye tweets

Album only dropping when I get the Jay feat

Write a verse for Dre but don’t want his beats

Only time I don’t dream is when I fall asleep, goddamn