Lyrics:
boy
You want that verse to send ya track spinning
I'm a cant miss type of kid
Like a number 1 draft pick
These rhymes so sick
Delivery too slick
Whew
I
veneer
People are soft these days, what's happened here
Created this track so you can play it at my funeral
Some say that's sick, but I say that's quite
on a track, it'll be like wait
Sick em deliver, get to flipping
You be the victim and I’mma pick em off
Fix em with a quick, and I’mma knock division off
true business men
Talkin about it, by the way
B, what we doin' this week on SoundScan?
If I ain't in Japan, I'm in the Valley (Valley)
Or maybe next
I’m sick of the bread crumbs
I’m sick of the paystub
Just giving me loose change
Sick of being fed up
My Corolla on the brink
If it breaks down me
on can you hear me in the back
If you can't let 'em know and we'll turn up the track
So come on
An enemy voice is an enemy mind
And I'm just not sure
I'll make a singing track and then I make a banger like this
I like to embarrass myself so I'm just growing a bit
On each album so I'm making all
by my DJ
But everything was cool between us, so I thought
I got dumped by my DJ
Then he said I was a liar I don't know what for
What's the best thing
Daddy Mack
Rick Ross big Boss
So throw it back
On it like a quarterback
Baby give me more of that
We flowing like I do the track
My soldier ready
I’m sick of nigga garbage raps
I ain't bout to battle rap grab the gat
Hit 'em in his chest make a cabbage patch
I’m after that chedder cheese nigga
say I should worry
I’m spitting the rhymes that are so sick like I got herpes
All of my friends are just Marcussen’s
Snakes in my way but I’m knocking
the 430 came back in a spaceship (damn)
And my whip game (game) is so sick man (yeah)
I double up every time I flip man (whoa)
Birds by the flocks, clips
the 430 came back in a spaceship (damn)
And my whip game (game) is so sick man (yeah)
I double up every time I flip man (whoa)
Birds by the flocks, clips
yeah
They're white like Cons
But the car that I drive
That's black like me
Man can't call me cold or more
Cuh I'm past that, when I'm on the track
I
I'm 'bout to parkour?
Openin' a dark door messin' with my jaw's form
Drawin' more conclusions so you can start more
Show no emotion, think I'm not
ive been tryna get myself on track
Sick of this world
Sick of myself and it hurts my girl
Sick to the stomach and I think im gonna hurl
Sick in
abused
(Verse 2: Kaan)
Boom boom blowin' up
Hands in the sky baby hold 'em up
So fresh so clean when I’m rollin' up
Schitzo sick flow no throwin' up
there's so many L-R-P's
Lone Range Pimpin' jumpin' up on this track man you underdig?
We spit these L-R-P's and we do this damn thing, real tough like
ill
And by ill i mean sick
Cuz my beats are so sick
Like Covid 19
Like dawg i'm only 15
I've only been in the game for about a year
And i'm better than
nothing holding me back
Ya never gonna push me off track
Cause got a good foundation
Cause I came up came up from the concrete
I'm talking Block hugging
I'm
I'm back
Back by popular demand
Back on the beats back with the mic in hand
I'm back like your spine
Back one more time
Back to show these rappers
Yo gray I’m sick of not getting any airplay dog
Not getting no shows
I’m sick of this whole shit
You know what I’m saying
Ain’t no one
the deeper issues, I ain’t gon’ let it continue
I wish I wouldn’t have played
I can’t lie, I’m struggling with the pain
Invested so much, and now I’m feeling
deep in
I change minds one at a time with my rhymes like telekinesis
Take it or leave it, I'm sick with it like diseases and this
Is my release, so part
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