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Addiction Problem by Jonathan

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Addiction Problem

Uk Drill Hip Hop

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I got an addiction problem, but it ain’t no crack, It’s the money, the fame, the streets callin’ me back.
Tryna detox from the hustle but the block relapse, Every time I say I’m done, I just double the stack.
Cold nights, I was married to the game with a ring, Trap house, choir, every knock make the doorbell sing,
Addicted to the rush when the phone line bling, Now I’m tryna quit but the devil still cling,
Lights poker, I’m betting on the dark with no token, Chains heavy on my neck but my soul still broken,
I said I’d quit the block like a smoker unspoken, But the fiends love the work like scriptures I’ve spoken.
I got an addiction problem, but it ain’t no crack, It’s the money, the fame, the streets callin’ me back.
Tryna detox from the hustle but the block relapse, Every time I say I’m done, I just double the stack.
Addicted to the grind, withdrawals make me violent, Silence in my mind but the streets break the silence,
Every pound notice therapy, I can’t deny it, Even when I’m broke, I’m rich in the riots,
Got me fiending for the profit like a junkie on a rock, Every flip another hit, I can’t stop the clock,
Heart racing, paranoia got me checking the Glock, But the love for the hustle more toxic than the shots,
One foot in, one foot out, I can’t balance the scales, Every promise that I made still surrounded by cells,
I’m addicted to the risk, even heaven might bail, If money is my drug, then I’m trapped in a cell.
I got an addiction problem, but it ain’t no crack, It’s the money, the fame, the streets callin’ me back.
Tryna detox from the hustle but the block relapse, Every time I say I’m done, I just double the stack.
See the mirror, don’t lie, see a fiend in my eyes, Not for needles or the powder, but the cash that supplies,
Success tastes sweet, but the hunger multiplies, I’m overdosing on ambition, I might flatline the sky,
Dreams like liquor pouring heavy till I’m numb, Vision blurry from the grind, but I still don’t run,
I’m a prisoner to hustle though the sentence begun, Addicted to the chase till the reapers say done,
I got an addiction problem, but it ain’t no crack, It’s the money, the fame, the streets callin’ me back.
Tryna detox from the hustle but the block relapse, Every time I say I’m done, I just double the stack.
My addiction ain’t a needle, it’s the gamble of life, Rolling dice with the devil, tryna double the price,
Every verse is a confession, every bar is a vice, I’m a slave to the beat, freedom come with a price,
Even when I’m high on dreams, I still crash on the lows, Addiction to success, watch the cycle expose,
I’m a fiend for the spotlight, can’t escape what I chose, Even pain turn poetic when the struggle compose,
I got an addiction problem, but it ain’t no crack, It’s the money, the fame, the streets callin’ me back.
Tryna detox from the hustle but the block relapse, Every time I say I’m done, I just double the stack.
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