No Subs Just Meth (feat. The Suspect Allegedly) Video (MV)

Uh, you all gotta die now. Sorry
It ain't personal
Gotta be, though
Right
Get out
What up, suspect
Grew up in the slums, now I'm dumb set
Bums count with they thumbs, and got one left
Comes on her tongue, she only done when I come next
Hums like a trumpet, I'm one with the sunset
When it's risen, there's a mission I ain't done yet
Cataclysm with a rhythm, that's a funk flex
Droppin' bombs on them, like what's wrong with our government
It's all love, then they wanna judge when the funds spent
Though they never really had it to begin with
They just talk a lot of shit, like run-on sentences
Lit in your britches, but it's all about the Benjamins
You need to be more timid, or start livin' what your image is
Shit, dog, I had to breathe a minute
So f*ckin' dope, make a fent, junkie reach his limit
Don't mean to boast, but when he smoke, gonna need a minute
Then when he has hope, I'm gonna open up a f*ckin' free clinic
No suboxone, it's just methadone
No suboxone, it's just methadone
No suboxone, it's just methadone
Boutyy Johnson, The Suspect on the microphone
No suboxone, it's just methadone
No suboxone, it's just methadone
No suboxone, it's just methadone
No suboxone, it's just methadone
Bouty Johnson, the suspect on the microphone
What up, Bouty Johnson? Howdy, partner
I'm not from around these parts, and everything around is toxic
And what about suboxone? Is that the drug they're takin
The one that got him shakin? Seen him on the ground and floppin
I feel like a fish out of water
Everywhere I go, it's like this shit's out of order
Draw full of pills for my list of disorders
Building up where I live like a hoarder
But I don't give a f*ck about the shit
About the government corruption, or if Trump's about to win
I got real problems, something's gotta give
If I'm evicted in a month, I'll be a bum without a crib
Court doesn't bother me, my life is like a sort of anthology
Short stories about the horror of poverty
They want our apartments, there's no affordable property
All the zombies walk in, call it dawn of the poppy seeds
No suboxone, it's just methadone
No suboxone, it's just methadone
No suboxone, it's just methadone
Bouty Johnson, the Suspect on the microphone