Lyrics:
on DND, cause you bitches sicken me
I don't see why you keep hitting me
I'm talking but is you hearing me? I'm sick of this shit man literally
Why is you
The bag make the wok taste good, but the stomach cramps don't get better
Sick sick sick
Rollin' in the east side with the trap phone, screen cracked
shorts and
Slam dunk these riddles up in yo' chest like Jordan
Menace II Society mad man killer
Just call me the East Bay Gangsta
Neighborhood drug
life I've been a victim
Never had a girlfriend
Got low self-esteem but I wanna be the man
No, I don't like who I am
But when I'm older I'ma do what I
the game
You know ta give me brains
Til you make your boy range
Oh try ta luv tha - Boy
You gotta suck ya boy
Get a Mack not a man baby, ya understand baby
burnin', rest in peace candles
As wise men speak I listen and learn
A man dies, a baby's born, my nigga the world turns
Rappers I make 'em sick, when I
nigga, rush that nigga
get that nigga, man bust that nigga
[Chorus 2]
You want to front on me in front of them hoes (Fuck you)
you want to go and try
you can get struck down for that shit
The mack spit, accurate, make your back split
Sewer rats get a lotta, cheese like Ricotta
The three man
that east coast wit me, I don't give a fuck
I got that west coast with me, I don't give a fuck
[Chorus]
Man I do this in spite, my mom ain't
And an old man's crime
Back home, enemy boats off the East coast
Came through in the news, they died from their wounds
By Christ! And all that's Holy
I never
a no good guy
But I'm so hood fly
From the oakwood side
To the east coast
Bitches wanna come get high
In my new sick ride
They don't want your kind
Cause
memories
Tired of feeling sick man I'm tired of all this shit
Man I'm trying to be legit but I can't find the time to spit
Plus my job is on my dick every
the coldest in my state with those you shittin me
Kill shot and that’s off top like a Kennedy
Sick flow bitch I need a Dr. Sebi remedy
Each verse I leave earth
Coming from that East coast VA, so I tend to boast
No breakfast in the morning But at night we toast
No butter on the bread- if you come at my head
I
up the game and
Run with this shit
I ran with this shit, I'm Caitlyn Jenner
The man in this bitch
Like "damn, is he sick?"
Y'all had no clue what
Yeah come on man
Ya young ass niggas know nothin'
About this shit nigga
East side, west side, nigga
My nigga Huss pulled out a lil 50
Everywhere I
Wake up everyday to the same life[00:24.62]Heard there's more to it than this though the grapevine[00:27.06]Sick and tired leaving
on my game like I ain't been balling since a kid
And since elementary man I been manifesting getting rich
I feel sick 24/7 my anxiety always been high
i'd say it is adventure
Either east or west, i do not bleep or censor
I'm a machine on pencil
Beyond a crease on textures
Kali hoods,
I appreciate
the east and I know it
Pretty, Puerto Rican Mami
Wavy, like the ocean
I'm feelin', I'm feelin
I'm feelin' like I witch with the right potion
Got a real man
all in the way, man, get the fuck up out the way
Its niggas hungry in these trenches, tryin' finesse and find a plate
I been stuck down at the bottom,
""I'm Davy Jones, enjoy the music""
She's a pussycat like every man is a snake
It's well after 8
But the sun sets the light on her gown
He booked
regret becomin' a MC
My only regret the real Ghetto Child memory
My man Lil' Dap "comes equipped" - Mobb Deep 'Shook Ones part 2"
Yeah Nut Cracker yo
sick of you
Gold bottles, gold chains
Margiela, Balmain
Spending weekends at the Four Seasons
With a bad bitch with some big cleavage
East ninety nine 99
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