Lithium

Yeah, I'ma sit back and smoke this mother fuckin’ bush

You thought it was over?

It's your boy Sheek Louch

It's the Lithium, mother fucker

Meth Lab 2






Look who comin’ back up from the slums

Took a scene from Whiplash, hit you actors with the drum

Ain't no actin' where I'm from, nah

I'm in Staten, get it done

I used to be a student, wasn't really into schoolin', I was truant from the jump

Kept it movin' with the Knicks, Patrick Ewing with the dunk

Beat bump, soundin’ like a body movin’ in the trunk

Pump shotty, got everybody movin' when it dump

Side note, if you a boss, then you movin’ where you want

I got high hopes, if you ever saw when I was broke

In the game since a kid, they never saw me as a G.O.A.T

Yet, I'm scorin' and feelin' like I’m Jordan in the post

Doctor J cool but now I like the coroner the most

Hanz and Sheek Louch, damn, they bar'ing the flow

Who am I to knock they hustle like a warrant at the door?

Life funny, I'm feelin' like I'm Martin off the show

I'm just tryna get this money, buy the Foreign off the show






It go to puma layin' hammers, cabinets finish the job

Big Barker, he involved, Doctor paint a collage

Still a student tryna shoot for the stars

Still improvin', tryna rape all the odds

Rap architecure, nice with the bars

Meth Lab 2, call it the deuce

And when you talk about it later, better call it the truth

The analytics, paramedics, pullin' up at the booth

I heard them engineers, pioneers, put series on loop

I guess them niggas didn't get it 'til proof

How them killas'll move

That's how them gangstas get they money, recoup

The psychedelic relics dyin' to shoot

And, yo, I'm built for the Borough

It doesn't matter who came wit'chu at all

And, yo, them corny niggas destined to fall

Hey, yo, they down to dilute

I'm from the Staten, Hanzarelli the Brute

And, yo, the boogie barker, same wave just a different saga

It's lookin' easy 'cause these cats is trakka

And, yo, when is all these rappers gon' learn hard work, far as music concerned, trumps talent

Yo, a point of return

Yo, bet your money, yo, I double the bank

And, yo, whoever lose could pay for the stank

Mother fucka!






D-Block!

Hey yo, Meth, what up?

Meth Lab 2, huh?

It's ya boy Sheek Louch

Hey, yo, I got 'em

Hey, yo, yo






We used to shop our demo so you could listen to our story

Now I'm gettin' millions, I'm another category

Hard nigga, bitch, I'm like Denzel in Glory

Young, Red Navigator, bumpin' that nigga N.O.R.E

Had that Clan shit on

Hopin' you left space on the track "Protect Ya Neck" so LOX could spit on

Meth Lab and too high so I'm Uber, cabbin'

I don't Dougie, I don't Kwon, I ain't fuckin' Dabbin'

Big weapons, dashiki, I'm Arabin'

The drama I bring

Little shooters under my wing

I started young, I was a mixtape king

Now my legacy is Ronald Reagan, Aston Martin

Gun on my hip, the passenger bitch kinda resemble Megan (Which one?)

Megan Good, Megan Fox

Any state, any jail, or group home mother fuckers gon' rep The Lox

Extended clip, don't get put in that box

Bitch






2, 2, 2

You see-you see-you see why this forever will be locked up in the end