Sick Man

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Ever since a kid, I knew I was gonna be some I Know everything, I try to play it like I'm
Dumb Came up from nothing, I grew up in the Slums
Focus on the money, cause the hoes will come Try something funny, you end up slum
But if you try something funny, my shooter gonn blow the gun

I don't f*ck with bums Surrounded by killers,
They always ready to blow
some I get treated like a prince, clean off the
DNA, we can't leave prints Once 12 came, we started all scatter and sprint
I been with girls and their friends, I could drop a list

It can get lit, pop out with the next exotic fits
giving her backstops,  she like, who taught you that shit
I'm blessed by God, he gave me a gift I get the pack and start to flip
They used to call me names, but now they on my dick

Make a nigga about me, I'm so sick My whole Life, the strats been talking to me
When I was one, they almost shot my baby crib
I'm reincarnated, you can see a big scar where I got hit
Crazy how straight try to drug me, just so she can control me

I'm Mr. Perfect, you didn't know me ima boss and a king , the hoes do anything just
to touch me She got up on her knees just to suck me
blowing, exotic smoke, not your regular smoke She downgraded and moved to someone broke
Make one wrong move, I'ma turn you into smoke We saw his crib and we started to scope

I'ma hold it down for the clan, he saw me then he ran
Niggas staring so hard , I consider him as as a fan
I don't think about it, I always have a plan I could take your bitch, you know I can
I'm the man, I'm not gonna touch if she a fan I did it on my own, I never had a open hand

Ever since a kid, I knew I was gonna be some I Know everything, I try to play it like I'm
Dumb Came up from nothing, I grew up in the slums
Focus on the money, cause the hoes will come Try something funny, you end up slum
But if you try something funny, my shooter gonn blow the gun

I don't f*ck with bums Surrounded by killers, They always ready to blow
Some I get treated like a prince, clean off the
DNA, we can't leave prints Once 12 came, we Started all scatter and sprint
I been with girls and their friends, I could drop A list It can get lit, pop out with the next exotic Fits

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