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Sick Em

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Sick Em

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Ok wake up in the mornin

Break a swisher

Turn to a model like eva pigford

Hop up out the bed

In the gucci slippers

Tell mtv I'm a made nigga

With all this dirty money need a maid nigga

If you think your a beast my cage bigger

True I see food sick has checked out the icu

If you look into my eyes red like t2

I'm about to shut it down tell them niggas reboot

Baby I could spend it all it ain't shit to recoupe

In the building throwin money off the roof like juice

Everydays christmas you feel the presents

I get right inside the building like it's september 11th

Raise a glass for the fallen hope they get the message

I'll said sick em I told him get a medic...

I took a look inside the mirror, mirror on the wall

This is what it saw, I'm the sickest of em all

I'm the sickest of em all, you ain't sick at all

Bout to turn into a beast

Go sick em dog

I'm a get em all

I said I be gettin off

Bout to turn into a beast

Go sick em dog

Young money cash money the real shit

Let's go

Yeah

I'm of all the sickest one

I live this rap shit like this gat shit

In the world you know I was gun by highschool

I was so grown so drawn by the battle

I would get a pass to spit a punch line

Nigga go to lunch before I get to class

Now there's no more of that

Just me how I shouldve done right

And they said hell no gunz

What why? What I ain't tight

Enough to be on young now

Catch anybody that

Same side as me that tastes

Under the same eye

I'm a go hard like I'm playing for the game

I know ya'll niggas want to get in

But you can't try

Cause they got so many rich

Niggas in this motha fuckin shit

I could talk about this here like I can't die

K I

If they know beat tellem beep up

Bling

They beefing with my upkeep

They could'ntkeep up

To think all that talking they ain't sinking shit

Niggas thinking militia more then they sink a drip

But I don't think of shit

I'm learning at this war

Some times you gotta leave the bag burning at the door

Cause now the joke is on you niggas try and kick the fire

Cause now it's cash money and they all as sick as I am hahaha

I am at all the sickest one

I live this rap shit like this gat shit

In the world you know the gun

By highschool I was so gone so drawn by the battle

I would get a pass

Spit a punch little line

Let a little lunch fly get to class

Now there's no more of that

Just me how I shoulda done right

Ink said hell no gunz

What why? What I ain't tatted enough to be on alumni

Catch the same body

With the same shotty

The same side of me

Tears tatted under the same eye

I go hard like I'm playing for the game

I know ya'll niggas want to get in but you can't try

Cause they got so many rich niggas in this militia

I could talk about a killer like I can't die

If they know peep till I'm peep up

Bling

But even with my upkeep

They couldn't keep up

To think... All that talking ain't dig a sinken ship

Niggas leaking militia more than a sink ll drip

But I don't think of shit

I'm learning at this war

Some times you gotta leave the bag burning at the door

Cause now the joke is on you niggas trya kick the fire

Cause now it's cash money and they all as sick as I am

Money talks nigga so what the fuck you sayin

Put up or shut up if you ain't paying you ain't playing

10 Toes down I'm on my feet 7 thou a show 7 shows in a week

I ain't stupid rich but I'm hella comfy

Gettin money 100 thousand in the louie duffy

Together we live divided we die

Young money fly team boy we live in the sky

My daddy said before he died look a man in his eye

Read em like a book you can tell the truth from a lie

Promised my mamma shell be ridin in the coupe before I die

And my flow gon get us everything we wanted no lie

Fuck it I'm iching for the limelight yeh

And they say gudda you should wait until the times right

And I'm like nah nigga I won't it now won't it now I'm not waiting

Cause the flow blazing and I'm hot like satan so...

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