Lyrics:
more tracks than your nigga go figure
I'm that bitch I'm bout my shit
Take your pick I do it all
I'm gone ball before I fall
My shit gone smack like its
I'm sick makin em settle like cheap tricks
I've the right to be cocky, long, lanky or stocky
I went to da lobby charge me wid assault and all robberies
Imma Flush'em
And by the wayÂ
Assi saare rap game de darbaar meÂ
Don't mind ye khiladi saare andhe, aajaÂ
see that dude in the middle with a crown
to chew
Pete Rock did the beat, don't get it confused
This is serious (I'm serious)
My chemical romance is weed and booze
So don't get me started
'Cause we
gonna blame when
Your shit don't sell?
I play the postman for stackin' the most mail
Hot up on they trail
I track 'em like white folks
Grab 'em by they
need caspers help
You got to get up get out and get something
So I decided to plug in the mic and spit somethings
Tracks so hot you think I lit something
Somedays i dont leave my room, sometimes i feel so depressed, put this all into my music, im trying to give you my best, the pressure is weighing
They believed that they were free but
In reality they were trapped
By their own selfish and greedy
Desires american society american
Society was not
As an echo from the past, recognition with a blast
An unbearable hate so vast, I will ignite the world at last
Turned the key to sick, darkened
the only crime is that I bought you
Walk to the train it was covered from the floor to
Ceiling in graff and stickers and bad notes
So sick I can't afford
your friends get knocked out, turbuline wind
Punk'd out, what you want, take a look at my grin
I'm a fish you can tell by the flippers and fin's
C'mon,
that, I laugh at competition
I'm champion nigga, I can't be sunned
Check the royal posture, by the way where's my oscar
Crack your legs like
me
This leads me from the shore in search of the deepest abyss.
I am forever covering my tracks, I'm standing hear with little less than an existence.
and on the court i never miss
Little pinch yea im adding in the flavor with this pinch
And im sick but ill pass on jimmy choo for the drip
God forbid God forbid
God
[Intro]
Yo' aye
I'm goin on
.... a Rehab
What !!??!
[Verse 1]
yeah am sick of playing fortnite
All day long with a no spirit that lights
Dirty
(produced by jjturnmeup)
This can go two ways so nigga choose up
Think this nigga police, he acting too tough
Steady posing with his blick
Trying
ganzen Track ist ich
Scheiß' auf dissen und geh 'jetzt
Auf meine Reise in 'nem Schlitten
Der so sick ist
Körper definierter als Achilles, Bitches
(Bitches)
Heads up in the clouds, ahh thanks mescaline!
The omniscient penny-stock investor
Profitless cornucopia, so sick of trash
Bested by the Tweety to my
There's a taste in my mouth
That I can't seem to spit out or stomach
I'm afraid this is making me sick
There is nothing to say, so say nothing
Or were we
ain't my savior
And I'm not of that faith
Jehovah Jireh is my name
So for you I say
"Amen"
priceless
Had ya heart cold, mean nothin i can icefish
Cooler than a icepick
Say u like the way im on the mic sick
Get her right, beat it like a night stick
It's time to speak the real cus I'm so tired of shit
I was down bad now I'm feeling sick
How my family say that they gone ride for me
When I was down
Bitch dont wanna holla Bitch Im bout a dolla
I done came so sick now Ima problem (problem child)
Cant get no features on my album niggas scared of Lil
That's it that's the last straw
You've tried so many times that I have to declare war
I'm sick of your foolish attack, devil
So step back I'm
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