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Nyck @ Knight - "Audiopium" feat. Pro Era (Prod. by Kirk Knight)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kirk Knight
Kirk Knight
Performer
Nyck Caution
Nyck Caution
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jesse Cordasco
Jesse Cordasco
Songwriter
Kirlan Labarrie
Kirlan Labarrie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kirk Knight
Kirk Knight
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Beast Coast stunner about to feast this summer
Brand new pies, got the pizza coming
This dough man don't need no oven
My dope heads they need that
[Verse 2]
Audiopium audio
Audio audiopium, audio
[Verse 3]
Beast Coast stunner about to feast this summer
Brand new pies, got the pizza coming
This dough man don't need no oven
My dope heads they need that
[Verse 4]
Audiopium audio
Audiopium audio
[Verse 5]
Yeah, I'm about to cop some more, it's on me
Got the guac I'm toured and the cops circle round the block know it's time for sure
Ayo, keep that shit low ****
This shit pop when I got the chord
And I need more money yeah por favor
And I sell a ton can't wait hold some more
Serve bass got loud got more in store
You ain't do it like I do it we ain't popping boy
Rap no pop record
They got fiend by the back cause backing off
With the price of crack that could crack your jaw
Then running with the packs I pack them all
[Verse 6]
And we running like a pack of dogs
Pack the floor the pack blast heat leave em lacking more
They can feel it in the streets so we can tax them off
I gotta break up all my piece let them blast it off
Audiopium
[Verse 7]
Beast Coast stunner about to feast this summer
Brand new pies, got the pizza coming
This dough man don't need no oven
My dope heads they need that
[Verse 8]
Audiopium audio
Audiopium audio
[Verse 9]
Beast Coast stunner about to feast this summer
Brand new pies, got the pizza coming
This dough man don't need no oven
My dope heads they need that
[Verse 10]
Audiopium audio
Audiopium audio
[Verse 11]
Still adding up my epiphanies, I shall abide to apply all my abilities
Took all my alibis, buy for they lies
When they trying to belittle me
Bid on me, guess you want to see the bitter me
[Verse 12]
Chilling with the don, he just wan' put a hit on me
You can smoke all you want
All you want bitch, just don't fuck with my purp'
I'm not finna work for no white man
Put that on my heart with my right hand
Latino heat, I do my dance
Watch the money roll like that's my plan
I only hang with a gang full of leaders
I earned my stripes, pledge of allegiance
[Verse 13]
Fuck all my teachers, I'm hoping you see this
And everyone else that was not believers
Sunshine and that knife in 47 shit for forever shit
You ain't fucking with my whatever bitch
[Verse 14]
Whatever, Nyck spit sounds like Beretta clips
It's been a minute but the era got's it member together
I'm with the world got this notice
Steez quick to the catch you want back
Remember what was missing from the game
Audiopium, I'll probably be addicted forever
Yeah
[Verse 15]
Audiopium
We keep the dope fiends itching
This that crack y'all been missing
Audiopium
Shoot this through your veins and take a trip and
RIP King Cap you gave us vision
[Verse 16]
Audiopium
We keep the dope fiends itching
This that crack y'all been missing
Audiopium
Shoot this through your veins and take a trip and
RIP King Cap you gave us vision
[Verse 17]
Soul searching till my flows are perfect
I ain't trying to be a slave to grow old from working
Sorry bad ass, you lucky that I peeped it second
Tell them **** keep it stepping with their beat selection
Check the melodies its so heavenly
This shit'll get your hips to move, but no 70s
Audiopium can I bust soliloquies
Got that shit mix and masters both remedies
Grab a spoonful we gotta servin' up a pot
And you know we gotta serve it while it's hot
I'm flowing like a volcano
Dripping verses off the top
Dirty cops still swerving on the block
Looking for black kids that spitting up acid
It's in my jeans so don't worry where my pants is
[Verse 18]
Get with the script, it's that ignorant shit
And we bound to get sick of it quick  and I ain't sealing my lips
It's the shift, I know you feeling, man
We blowing up like a ceiling fan
Dropping off jewels like Killa Cam's man
When it comes to kicking verses I'm Mister Van Damne
[Verse 19]
Crushing strawberries, it's the jam
So throw up both hands if you can
Ironic how I'm killing this shit until they bury me
My volume is going in depth with longevity
Stupid
Written by: Jesse Cordasco, Kirlan Labarrie
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