They used to tell me i was fat in school

But now im running shit

Im active

He talking on rick

Then im punching him

You wanna battle rick?

You ain't gonna win

You goofy sum bitch

You think im finna trip about some bitch?

Talk shit on rick

One hit and you done with

Im done with the lean

And im done with gun shit

Ill beat yo ass like a drum kit

You fucking dim wit

All the goals that you set for yourself

I already done it

When i get money i love it so much that i hug it

When im in yo bitch i make her say shit like she a puppet

When i shoot my shot even the denver nuggets couldn't touch it

Everybody love rick

He got thе better weed

You wanna be as good as mе

Bitch you could never be

Cuz you dont got the bars

And you cannot match my energy

I ain't using none of those lame beats that you sent to me

Yo songs so boring

I pressed play and i went to sleep

Ricky why you so damn good

Cuz its meant to be

Bitch i coulda out rapped you at seventeen

Martin Luther King of this rap shit

I had a dream

Bitch you need to work way harder

Why you mad at me

What you think i just got this shit magically?

I had to work hard as a bitch

I had to keep practicing

And mastering my skills

Until i felt like no one is out-rapping me

My work ethic is so foreign

ICE is trying to capture me

Blake griffin

You try to ball like me

You get a fractured knee

I have to be better

They can't copy

Or manufacture me

I dont just rap

I evolve and adapt to beats

I couldn't even be beat

With all you rappers attacking me at once

And if you actually wanna have a debate on whos the best rapper i will happily discuss

Its obviously me

And If you can't see that then you dumb

Im tung tung tung sahur

I grab the bat and i swung

Home run

Im a hometown hero

I get it done

If sticky ricky didn't grew it

Its not going in my lungs

If sticky ricky didn't grew it

Its not going in my lungs bro

Im eating this beat cracker

That is fucking lunchable

There one thing i want you to know

And its that i will never stop

Until im dead on the floor

Of the fucking studio

Tell yo bitch to stop looking at rick

Every beat i get on

Bro im cooking that bitch

You can't touch this

You can look and thats it

I spit out fury on the mic

I feel like Bradd Pitty

You dont have shit on me

Come on just admit

Whatever sticky ricky got

You just dont have it

I keep smoking rappers

I got some bad habits

I notice all the trash

Thats piled up in my absence

Im filling up caskets

Beats and dead rappers

Yall washed like the dishes in my cabinet

I make more money

Im not even a high school graduate

The amount of work i put in

You can't imagine it

Yall dont even know the half of it

Its sad i have to smack a bitch

For acting like he can rap with rick

The fact of the matter is

Sticky Ricky is the nastiest

I only smoke gas

No mids better be passed to rick

The way i preach

Youd think that they call me pastor rick

If theres any real left in this world then im the last of it

Quit rapping bitch

We can tell you ain't passionate

Why are you sitting on your ass

When theres cash to get

Im half goat half demon

Bitch im a baphomet

When i die imma say this rap

With my last breath

I like to smoke weed, write raps

And cash checks

And if a bitch step

No sweat

I snap necks

They like ricky ain't snap

Bitch, are you a crackhead?

Youre insane, youre in pain

Whatever the fuck Dax said

They loaf around all day

And wonder how i stack bread

Bitch i went broke once and i ain't going back again

I carried the game so long

I need some back meds

Fuck around and find out

Im putting these bitches in time out

Time after time i done showed em what im about

I show up show out

Show me something i never seen

They threw me in a pit of flames

Shit i climbed out

Im like a dragon

I keep spitting flame out of my mouth

They didn't think i could do it

Even i had my doubts

Look at me now

With just one hand i could count

The amount of times ive lost

Shit yall haven't figured it out by now

Im the bullet in the gun

Like click clack bow

So bow down or get back

You can't strip my crown

Shit yo head can't even fit my crown

If i wanted yo bitch

I woulda gave her dick by now

Ricky did it

You idiots can't even figure it out

If you get a lot of cash

I get a bigger amount

Im straight fucking on this beat

Bro im dicking her down

And i even say shit about a gun or an ounce

You better bounce bounce bounce

When im playing this shit

Or imma have to punch you in the mouth

You just do it for clout

I do it to show em that im the best around

When yall bitches try to rap

It just stress me out