Manic Crux - Sick of Us

They say if you're content, You ain't
Where you supposed to be
I can't let my character
Ruin my destiny
Each year feels new to me
Shed tears and cut my teeth
Grinding my rosary
Put down the dope to be
Following all my dreams
Hiding supposedly
Look at the flows on me, yo

When we emerge with an album
Ya'll gon' want c***
Hit em with a new vibe
So we right there on top
Off top kill em softly
Cuz these many mens stalling
Talking like a Rockstar
But we the ones, balling
You seen that? It's all ours
I'm feeling like an all star
Yeah we both got bars
And we gon' go far

I know you're sick of us
And our notorious performances
They look so bitter and that
Feeling must be torturous
With all the whores on us
Yeah they sick of us
They step and forget
That we keep the stick on us
Yeah, Yuh

I hate to use it
Make a mess on my shoes again
All in the name of this music
So I hittem like Confucius did
Confusing them, one quick
Cruise till you bruised again
One sick fool talk s*** I begin
To abuse the pen, man my
Timing is too lit
They falling back on the stoop again
I told em all pay me
And maybe, I'd tutor them
My bars ain't free, see
Back when, I knew I'd win
Tossing tulips on a pool of gems
Yo, we hooligans, yuh yuh

I know your sick of us
And our notorious performances

I know you're sick of us
And our notorious performances
They look so bitter and that
Feeling must be torturous
With all the whores on us
Yeah they sick of us
They step and forget
That we keep the stick on us
Yeah, Yuh

Right now feel electric gray
I hope tomorrow neon yellow
All these snowbunnies' on me
Always looking for Othello
And I'm smoking on this purp from Cali
You can call me Donatello
B****** ranging up phone
You can't even get a hello
My boys pulling up in masks
Like it was cosplay
Drop a perc inside my drink
And gave myself a Cosby
All this ice up on my neck
You would swear that I was Crosby
Might just drop a d*** pic
On the timeline like Safari
I'm just tryna blow up
So I can f*** on Tinashe
And a show around the city
Just like I was Rob Banks

They can't f*** with Psy-Crux
I know they be sick of us
They can't f*** with Psy-Crux
But go ahead and push your luck

Written by:
Jacob Lodge

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