Whiskey bottle on the dresser bout to sip away the pressure my mind is filled I need the nectar chest hot like peppers lean in my step none the lesser almost lost my brother to the system done some years in the prison loss my job my position not my pride I'm on a mission whiskey bottle in my vision shot in repetition still I manage time for my spittin the clock dont stop for the rhythms I ghost write in dimensions it take away some tension the rent due no extension get the money its my decision ride and I rode shit its ridden whiskey bottle in the open not hidden imma sell my dope to some methadone clinics in a minute shops open back I'm back in business back of a bus pedal for a livin just like Master P I got No limits if the they say I'm out did know they didn't whiskey bottle bout to turn a hoe to pimpin no remedy for the feeling sickest symptom swag in my walk never limping