Elevated $horty - I'm 2 S!ck

Hold the fuck up-
(We gon' talk yo shit)
We gon' let you talk yo' shit (I'm sick)
I guess I'm making these rappers so pissed (I'm sick)
Hol' up, I guess I'm feeling too sick (I'm sick)
Hol' up, I heard that you thought I missed (I'm sick)
Hol' up, I heard you wifed up that bitch (I'm sick)
Hol' up, I hope she wipe down your dish (I'm sick)
Hol' up, I get money, I exist (I'm sick)
Hol' up, thank you God I feel like this, huh
Lemonade stain cause I made it my way, thank you for the rain have my haters flood away
What the fuck is pain? I ain't feel shit in days (No), life is like a movie cause it's confused and dazed
L C to death cause I'm lonely today (Woo), taking a flick I can't post it okay
Hanging with freaks like its Cirque Du Sole! Are you insane, why you dropping so late?! (Hahaha)
This is the Purge and I'm taking your face, read me my rights and it's free $horty aye!
You can get bodied and thats a disgrace, If we got beef then go serve me a plate (Bitch)
They swear they love me but be acting fake, your local rapper been watching my page (Haha)
I can not fuck with, you I'm in a cage! I'm trynna' blow up and get people paid (Yeah)
No-no comparisons there is to date, who was in Paris? I'll say it, okay!
We've all been starving I'm finding a way
Let's go out marching, go army, today
Walk in that bank like the man of the day
There's some new ways to get paid they ain't playing
Get your ass up and go get it, just saying, no one else chasing that dream that you claimin' (Ha)

Written by:
Elevated $horty

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