Sicker Than Your Average

[Verse 1]

I'm sicker than your average, punk ass rapper who claiming he be living so lavish

Quit the braggin’, you say you with the game seasons past and your not yet married

This how it go nigga

I'm gon' be in your face, like she couldn't stand the taste, of your load nigga

I come whole nigga, so take your half-baked line home with ya, mine on the stove nigga

I'm on a roll woo

I'm cooking up a storm, grass is always greener lookin’ at my lawn

Cause I chew up every song, future goat in the wrong form

Formed as a don, when the notebook, scribbled on

There that boy go, they cheering on, hot as hell, Lucifer is killing all

Flow so fluid should be rapping in a billabong, when I spit, even drizzy can get drizzled on

Haha

Oh Man

Aight

So you gon’ act like I ain't here huh? Like I'm the one u shouldn't fear huh?

Well if rap in reality caused fatality, you would ink some tears bruh

This is what I be about, whenever I leave the house

I'm the devil they speakin’ ‘bout, ain't feelin’ shit y'all preaching now

No sweat up on either brow

What pressure, no pressure is the cause of this flow leakin’ out, nah

The bars I give man heavy as bricks, bars solid as metal with cement on the tips

Like we in the pit of prison and shit

I'm right in pocket, you holding pockets of niggas that spit, oh you’s a bitch

Once the fire lit, I spit the type of shit

To have a nigga screw his face like he ate an entire crate of sour dip

I’m steering the game yes I'm on my power trip

You fearing the name, no lighting scar to counter it

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