Lyrics:
none of you niggas
When I'm near you I feel like a metal in a microwave
I'd much rather be at home all alone by myself
Fuck your support, I can buy it
hear you so come a little closer
Caught by the joker, he got closer
Put you in his car and he flipped it right over
Got you feeling sick just like
flashing box
I sit by
Trying not to lose the plot
I'm tired of sick and tired now I'm feeling bold
Cos they're telling me the people that they're killings
men don't understand and get clapped on, now I'm reloadin
Automate and keep it goin, right and exact
Runnin track like I'm Jesse Owens, catch em
can
Snap
Cause when
I'm on the mic
When a track
Is in my sight
I attack it
With a rhyme
The best rapper
Best rapper alive
The best rapper
Best rapper
again
I'm spending my time on the gothic tropic
I got no where to go
So when I met my dime it made me feel sick
That I had to let her go
Stabbed in
savage
Every time that I hear a track I attack it
I'm so nice matter fact I'm the baddest
Static spittin' crack's not an act but a habit
Most rappers
in it
I'm probably just gettin' hotter
Beast Mode, aye where's my collar
My flow so sick that JR had to rent me a rug doctor
My boppers hop out with
Still get decisions
Then I flip from Troy
Hit the brownie tracks
Smokes big with feds
Low in hell stoke
Got a game in back
See I'm in with Bin
is sick
You a peter pan yea a piece a shit
I'm a grown man find you somebody to play wit
I be one 1, scared a no one
Track to track, I got it going
(Young Dreadz'll get you high)
I got the over the shoulder look pat down
Ah me that the boy wan' track down (ay)
Whole squad pulled up so they
And by the way, the Knicks lost
Oh, and I-I-I
And I'm (ooh-whoa)
So sick of dreamin' (ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa)
And I'm
All that I'm needin' (ooh-whoa,
the laundromat
Murder beats, Killed the track, the song I had to body that
Riding through my hood, and I'm soon to be the president
Speaking money, for that green
like I'm a Celtic
I'm really going out on this diss track
No being sympathetic
Why you look the doll who got fucked up genetics
Seeing you makes me sick
boy
You want that verse to send ya track spinning
I'm a cant miss type of kid
Like a number 1 draft pick
These rhymes so sick
Delivery too slick
Whew
I
got Münchhausen by proxy
I'm making you sick, don't pretend you can't hear me
You deaf, girl, I said you was foxy
I'll tell a bitch like Bizarre
the rap so official
Got crack by the crystal
Open up the bar I got them raps by the pickle
Heard you're rap I'ma giggle
I ain't ever trippin' but my modes
Man I´m hustling off my ass
About to be releasing regularly tracks
Growing into my greatest self by what I express in my raps
Homie I don´t need
veneer
People are soft these days, what's happened here
Created this track so you can play it at my funeral
Some say that's sick, but I say that's quite
on a track, it'll be like wait
Sick em deliver, get to flipping
You be the victim and I’mma pick em off
Fix em with a quick, and I’mma knock division off
I'll make a singing track and then I make a banger like this
I like to embarrass myself so I'm just growing a bit
On each album so I'm making all
true business men
Talkin about it, by the way
B, what we doin' this week on SoundScan?
If I ain't in Japan, I'm in the Valley (Valley)
Or maybe next
I’m sick of the bread crumbs
I’m sick of the paystub
Just giving me loose change
Sick of being fed up
My Corolla on the brink
If it breaks down me
on can you hear me in the back
If you can't let 'em know and we'll turn up the track
So come on
An enemy voice is an enemy mind
And I'm just not sure
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