Caffeine (2 Sick) (feat. Norman Nofame)

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Before the beats slapped lad I made bodies drop
Give me one call I'm on smoke at the corner spot
Stick to one piece but bitches wanna vossi bop
No I'm not eets caffeine at the coffee shop
Got no sleep on street still g
Lad ya come with 3 but still run from me
Couldn't face the team man you got no dreams cos ya just a fein
Up all night and ya smoking the pipe wonder why ya not right
Just start another fight with missus ya not equipped for these disses
Don't come correct then you sleep with the fishes
Whole teams ruthless won't stop moving
Boogie time buss down get to groovin
Throwing up Ks while they're moving
Car keeps zooming what am I doing (aye)

Chopping up Caine Boys throwing up Kay's
Toys want it with gang till I pull up with Jenk
On it I may drop a pill and his mate got a bottle with his name jack him in back lanes
Back with that pack got that drip like cascades bra
I slack with the rap I could hit but lack aim
Sat with the fact that Im still above fakes
Who have rapped 4 years back to back with no breaks that's that
Back to back on a track and I spaz with the facts and that
Got rack applejack 4 caps and smack just to snap back from some acid tabs I lack cap
Internet trolling but they folding when we bridging up
Matter fact I'm colder f*ck the snow I'll do it on my ones
Sober so you know I really own it even tho l'm blunt
Show up with pole I'm loling at these hoes that need a gun

Don't need a gun we run it up with fists
Brody cut wrist cos we ticking off lists
Blood turns mist up gear shift crash in the ditch
Then I jump out the bitch got 5 in the hummer
Said he was tough but he did the road runner
I'm the Wiley coyote this a different show brother
Spit looney tunes bout gang you'll get the pole brother
Oh brother stop stutter click shutter equip cutter
Dip butter sick fucker Chris Tucker rush hour
Jack Chan Oo damn boop bam can't f*ck with the clan get cha head slam
Get ya head popped can't see the time on my wrist watch
Yeah I'm pissed off sent shots and missed lots
Little flips flops pissy drip drops you get hit cough
Cough cough you get hit, cough

Cough cough too sick for a flop
Too lit for an opp not beefing a gronk bitch
Shit hot got a stick in my chop fit bitch on my cock pissed off that I'm on shit
What bitch I'm the shit come up off it
It's nonsense cunts wanna act like I'm not sick
I'm constantly watching and weighing my options sorry I'm not tho baking in bong smoke
Off tap bruz based yeah I'm acing ya test
No way cunts think that they're making a threat
Say less mate ya ain't gonna say with ya chest
Came with a statement make way for the best
Came with a fake mate and I'll leave him for dead
Shame aye make space for ya day ones instead
Paved lanes so vain it goes straight to my head mate I'm taking a breath
Sike bitch on the mic I'm a psycho I might wanna fight if he's typing up my phone
Like I ain't with that net shit put him on show like he signed into Netflix
Bet bitch said the whole scenes not as hectic
Running up tracks with the team that I'm repping
Stepping fresh plenty creps size 11 peasant get the f*ck up out my fucking presence

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