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together doing nothing but talking
Walking through the woods or sitting on my hood I'm losing track of time, I tend to count so often
Everywhere we go we

you still half timing on my track
Uh, I'm mach five mentally, yes, I'm hurting bad
I'm spinning out and my brake line's thrashed
A roll cage ain't

probably make you sick
It's hard for me I need hit a lick
but momma told a nigga not steal
Critical this shit is getting real
Pockets a bottomless pit
So I'm

the newest
I'm so prudent but it won't hurt to take some risk 
These tricks they put on me won't move me back or twist
I'll try making sick new flows faster

Out the country so much they like, "Easy, gringo"
Straight off the two-track, don't need a single
Travelled abroad for my catalog
With all this

K.O I’m snoring all till the morning
Cut off the head of Medusa I’m coming for all the opponents sick you to ya stomach
Lyrics so sick I might vomit

and get a guillotine so I can kill you off bitch
What a fag, who is this
Bugs Nasty, who is dissing
Me on my own track, I'm rapping
Get out the game

will forge it
I am so pure and so gorgeous
Iiiiii'm sick of you niggas
I'm sick of you whores
Pimples in all of your pores
Walk on all fours
Can't

a.v.k son
I spit rhymes, like I speak English so fluent
Ehen I'm beating this beat in, straight abuse it
Like a bad bf, play the game like a ps, or ds

so tired so tired (Yeah, aye)
I seen lots of real niggas turn fake quick (Fake quick)
I'm so sick and tired of all this fake shit
I'm going up and now

I'm sick
And if you think that's the treatment
It's not, and I'm not a snitch
Fuck an agreement

Now we just gotta take it back quickly
So they know

I

Road Sick

Cancer Bats

Dead Set on Living

before but I'm always gonna mean it

This wasn't the life that I planned
I'm road sick, sick so road sick
But I'm trying the best that I can 
I'm road

I try to reach the sky cause my tracks fly so please don’t try and hate
I’m miles away from the mild and fake my styles great and I devastate

tracks
So I act like I'm mad to hide what I lack
I'm back, I won't give up making wack-ass rap
Spit out tracks like a machine, yeah bitch I'm rad
I can

Haters so the paper
Can amount right bout mine
Lay it down homie, you'll get out-rhymed
On the track or flat on your back
You'll get out-lined
Keep

back on track on my ATV   
Ridin' out to this sound potent poetry  
With the most potent potency to keep it going G

I'm sick of living in my own world

Deloreans sick, watch the doors throw up
My Deloreans sick, watch the doors throw up
I'm on some time travel shit
Shifting gears, keep up
My Deloreans sick

spelled it out for you now sound it out
So come fuck with me if you focused
I’m after paper you know this
My team getting throwed like the roach did
Fuck

Mic check, one, two, on the way to third
Flow sick, put a straitjacket on my words
So sick, they think that something's in the herb
They think I'm

they so mad and if they not sick
Problay the same reason i done got They bitch
Worried how im eating who supply My zips
Like im always on  a grind like

these red lights
And I'm sick of hearing all these maybes and all these mights
So if you gave me the chance I'd get us back on track
Make you feel these

blow
But it's so sick, oh shit, hypnosis
Flow tricks
To show this old bitch that coast to coast
We don't go slow ho, we own this whole bitch

Like hocus

And these drugs they make it better
Until my hopelessness increases
All this liquor that I'm downing got me drowning
I got so many problems I lost track

mind, I'm focused on important shit
Give me some time, I only need a little bit
Got a one track mind now, I'm focused on focusin
I'm hittin my stride