Sick & Tired

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Statiic Prime

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Sick and tired i'm sick of all the frienemies
Shot them down I think I got remedy 
Me and you cant par see we we got no Synergy 
Burn off all the ketches they drain me of my energy 
Sick and tired i'm sick of all the frienemies
Shot them down I think I got remedy 
Me and you cant par see we we got no Synergy 
Burn off all the ketches they drain me of my energy 
If you say you're friend and you foe got the antidote 
I will put a tag on your toe i bust your cantaloupe
Statiic gon f*ck on your hoe that dude an animal
Shorty get straight to the head I call her Tylenol 

Okay call me Statiic call me Prime
Talk shit run up you with a nine
Now he cant talk can I call you mime
Ha ha haha ha
Ha haha hahahaha laughing at these haters
I be rah tata tatatata spraying up these traitors 
Make a nigga R.I.P. on a t-shirt
Make moma bawl out like a reverb
Certain mans be always tryna dead beef
Bang Bang Bang Bang that's dead beef
Man dem with the SR with the beam on it
With a drum so big we made a beat on it
Sticks coming with friends like a play date
Chopper shoot the chopper down like Mayday
Uh
When in Rome the Romans they gon do as me
Statiic Prime's a problem can't get rid of me
smoking on that blunt taking shots of the Hennessy 
Shout out to the five bad bitches that came out from the "D"
Ouu ouu ouu
Mash up the ccypher 
Staiic Mac Gyver
Getting the Moolah 
So pay up the piper 
Smoking that Panga
Stacking like Jemga  
Slip on my Blocka 
The  ting ah go banga
Eating you breakfast
I'm eating your lunch
I'm eating your supper
I'm eating your dinner
That shit you ain't ready for
I know you ain't ready sir
Statiic a predictor
You just a beginner  
You know those ones when you toke
And suddenly suddenly the air it gets thinner
Kush boy you know that's no joke
We got a new strain we gon call it Ribina
All white selling the Pope
Ouu Ouu Ouu Ouu
I think outside the box boy you inside the ropes
Looking so cleana 
Ready to deliver 

I'm With all the man dem
We on some gang gang  
Heard Nina got fired 
She wanted to gang bang
Got this game in a choka
Statiic a smoker
Roll up the Kusha
Spark up the pang pang
Two bottle of Henny
One with the Molly
Call up some thoties
Suck off the  man dem
My after party
Benz punani 
I ran out Guinness
So I fucked on Ginseng 
I dint trust no bitch
When we f*ck she must dip
If we fucked at her crib
In her sleep ima creep
I don't trust no nigga
Sometimes i get paranoid 
No sudden movements 
I'll empty the clip
Pop pop pop pop pop pop
He thought he was Popeye 
Kill kill kill kill overkill  
I pluck out his left eye
Oh me oh me oh my
I look like the bad guy
Got rabies fi fy fo my 
That is a big guy
You think you work miracles dare you to cross me
That nigga get crucified  
Kill kill kill kill overkill  
You cannot identify

Sick and tired i'm sick of all the frienemies
Shot them down I think I got remedy 
Me and you cant par see we we got no Synergy 
Burn off all the ketches they drain me of my energy 
When in Rome the Romans they gon do as me
Statiic Prime's a problem can't get rid of me
Smoking on that blunt taking shots of the Hennessy 
Shout out to the five bad bitches that came out from the "D"

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