Sick & Tired

Small things feel big when it's going down Bird's eye view even when I'm on the ground My neck's sore always holding up the fucking crown Everything is always bigger when you come around I'm tired and the squad sick We're sick and tired of your shit I could never slip Don't tell me get a grip We're sick and tired of your shit This kinda smells like a home court advantage This shit gon take my ass cross the Atlantic Temperature perfect like back in Atlantis You gon look dumb if you take me for granted You gon look stupid don't do that again Why would you do that don't fuck with my zen Shorty a hood rat but ten outta ten If anybody asks I'm gon' say that we're friends You could set another date but I won't attend I can't be pressured don't know bout the trends Maison Margiela the Replica scents I might pretend that I'm deaf if she vents like Good credit Whole lotta savings in the debit Talent in the family like the Bennetts Wood let it go bitch no I won't let it Did the whole verse one take no edits Small things feel big when it's going down Bird's eye view even when I'm on the ground My neck's sore always holding up the fucking crown Everything is always bigger when you come around I'm tired and the squad sick We're sick and tired of your shit I could never slip Don't tell me get a grip We're sick and tired of your shit Tell me why would I stop When I'm out numbers get exchanged like the stock Why you worried bout the thots Bet your mom would love a call to talk maybe not I'm the full package Funny how you ship me off I wasn't buzzing with my cousin I was there to moss It wasn't vodka I was sipping on it's just the Voss I gotta grill as bright as diamonds prolly from the floss I see the vibes were being tossed, so I Randy Moss Cold hearted hot headed so I don't defrost The leather duffle wasn't mine until it got the cloth The leather duffle wasn't mine until it got embossed Good credit Whole lotta savings in the debit Talent in the family like the Bennetts Wood let it go bitch no I won't let it Did the second verse one take no edits Small things feel big when it's going down Bird's eye view even when I'm on the ground My neck's sore always holding up the fucking crown Everything is always bigger when you come around I'm tired and the squad sick We're sick and tired of your shit I could never slip Don't tell me get a grip We're sick and tired of your shit