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[Chorus]

Okay, I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitch

The dopest dope you smoke, gon' get you a whiff

Watch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of they wrist

Southern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth


[Verse 1]

Get my girl angry and pissed and give that pussy a kiss

Pushing the same piece of shit until I get me a Bentley

Same niggas, same goals, same dreams and epiphanies

Me and my niggas are same lines as symmetry, wasn't empathy

Remember we would front yard brawl with big Timothy?

Kicked them doors because we had a lot of energy

My brother was locked up for shooting at the enemy

Caught one nigga then caught fifteen

I ain't meet that nigga 'til I was fifteen

Now I'm kicking 16's with a big screen in attempt to get the big cream

Little guy with a big dream, I need guidance

'Cause if I don't succeed, I probably proceed violence

Sippin' on the brown, no Bobby, I don't fuck with nobody

No team and no posse, you can catch it like Shockey

King of all kings, praise Haile Selassie

Rastafari, I don't need nobody, the God's got me


[Chorus]

Okay, I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitch

The dopest dope you smoke, gon' get you a whiff

Watch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of they wrist

Southern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth


[Interlude]

You ain't used to the hustle, bro

Yeah, that shit how you live

We on a trade for a trade

I do this for you, I do this for you, you know what I mean?

I took the risk, you took the risk, I ain't disrespect it


[Verse 2]

So part of the reason I be so hard on my people

We never had it easy, never had a pot to pee in

I be on my knees praying till my onomatopoeia's packing a coliseum

Ain't no parking, I gotta see J.I.D

Gotta be there for my family, I gotta, can't try to be

I could be out of my mind, thinking logically

No apologies for speaking how I feel, I silently swore solemnly

That I would be the guy to make my black people proud of me

Roses to the mothers of anybody that doubted me

Yo' chick want dick, bitch dove in the covers

Overseen my areas, surveyed over my brothers

You touch them, you kill me, you can't get close to none of us

They still double-dribble, we going for triple-doubles

Triple up on your investment fuckin' with us

Probably have to rock that vest shit, you fuckin' with us

Wait (nah bro) Huh? (what you talkin' 'bout, homes?)


[Chorus]

Okay, I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitch

The dopest dope you smoke gon' get you a whiff

Watch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of they wrist

Southern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth


[Verse 3]

Okay but fuck that shit, I gotta get it, I gotta get 'em

Tired of picking these locks, you don't respect my existance

I used to sleep in my car, never a park or a bench

But damn a nigga was broke, damnit if I didn't get it

Them niggas was thinking that it was just some rap for the kid

One day they gon' hit my phone, hit the show, scream, clap for the kid

Let's get it poppin', they're pulling pistols on apostle Paul

So paid the piper or meet the sniper, legend of the fall

I knew in diapers you and I was nothing alike at all

I do or die, you do it to die, I'm really making calls

You couldn't kill it and take it out of me, the ideology

This the odyssey, I'm Odysseus, you gotta follow me

Watch how I maneuver, I influence the influencers

The flow is like the flu in influenza going through the motion

So I motivate all of my niggas, they tell me kill 'em with kindness

I'd rather kill 'em and they're other significants

Writing lyrics in the city with pretty booties and titties

Don't get the cooties, it ain't like the movies

It kinda is 'cause they're shooting, kind of shit is you moving?

Shit I'm pushing, ain't proud of people life where I grew up

Someone tutored the students, these niggas stupidest, stupider, stupid shit

Sick as a bitch, flick of the wrist, my pen carries my many sins

The irony the iron can't straighten out any wrinkle in existence

Ripple and time triple my eyes realistically sicken

Am I sick in the head?

Wish I was dead, sick on a med, addicted

My lead sick on 'em, send 'em to hell, eh


[Outro]

Okay, okay, I told motherfuckers I was sick as a—

Okay, I told motherfuckers I—

Bitch 

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