i told motherfuckers i was sick as a bitch
the dopest dope you smoke
watch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of they wrist
southern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth
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 dreams and epiphanies
me and my niggas are same lines as symmetry
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
'cause if i don't succeed
i probably proceed violence
you can catch it like shockey
i told motherfuckers i was sick as a bitch
the dopest dope you smoke
watch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of they wrist
southern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth
you ain't used to the hustle
we on a trade for a trade
so part of the reason i be so hard on my people
never had a pot to pee in
i be on my knees praying till my onomatopoeia's packing a coliseum
gotta be there for my family
i could be out of my mind
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
surveyed over my brothers
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
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
tired of picking these locks
you don't respect my existance
i used to sleep in my car
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
they're pulling pistols on apostle paul
so paid the piper or meet the sniper
i knew in diapers you and i was nothing alike at all
you couldn't kill it and take it out of me
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
it kinda is 'cause they're shooting
kind of shit is you moving?
ain't proud of people life where i grew up
someone tutored the students
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
i told motherfuckers i was sick as a. okay
i told motherfuckers i. bitch