Ceas - Sick

Man y'all making me sick
I'm just tryina' get rich
They can't see through the tint
I make 'em walk with a limp
Man y'all making me pissed
Man y'all making me sick
My homie just told me he stressing man I get The message I passed him the brick
Got her as long as she with me
She always gone love me like Whitney
I got her singing a symphony
Had epiphany so keep listening
Most of the people around u gone walk with One eye on ur money
One eye on ur hoe
I jus know gotta stay focused don't ever lose motion I'm keeping my eyes on the road
Keeping my eyes on the dough
Double checking the toll man
I'm clocking so much my eyes sore
I'm so ahead in the game I'm not even tripping yet they steady checking the score
Need me an army recruit I feel like a white kid in highschool im ready for war
And if they getting to checking me
I'm playing chess and the
King is gone leave 'em like crumbs on the floor
Downtown like Skid Row
Making hits like Death Row
Yeah I just met her but,
The bitch showed me her asshole
She said she wan' go on a date
But I'm sorry too late
Just too tired of playing these games
They played with loyalty fast
Now I do the dash
Whenever they tryina' get close
Man y'all making me sick
I'm just tryina' get rich
They can't see through the tint
I make 'em walk with a limp
Man y'all making me pissed
Man y'all making me sick
My homie just told me he stressing man I get The message I passed him the brick
I ain't talking about no drugs
I'm talking about hitting a lick
I'm talking about knocking the glass out the window of a store with a brick in the city
I'm not gonna lie
Back with the gang man that shit be so litty
But nowadays it jus feel like nobody wanna win with me
Gone be
Running America call me the captain
Lights flash in the back when the bags in
Like a ninja move silent when attacking
Turtle the way the drank got me spazzin
Yeah this song got me slowed down
But I can not stop 'til I'm rich
I keep checking on the checks
Jus know I move fast when get to revving this bitch
Man y'all making me sick
I'm just tryina' get rich
They can't see through the tint
I make 'em walk with a limp
Man y'all making me pissed
Man y'all making me sick
My homie just told me he stressing man I get The message I passed him the brick

Written by:
Julian Flores

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