RealSicko
Imma big shit talker
Big dawg walking
Bout my money
No long talking
I get crazy
Proceed with caution
I don't feel so good
Real sicko
Peter Parker
I'm here to beat the block
Tell you niggas back up
You full of shit
Bitch you know you backed
Wood fully packed up
If it's a bag, then you know it's getting wrapped up
I'm yo bitch favorite rapper
I write my songs in chapters
Only going forward while you niggas going backwards
Allyou niggas cap huh
You think you can rap huh
You prolly want some dap huh
Prolly scared to scrap huh
Say you living in the trap
But got ya cousin strap huh
Got it, but you won't clap none
Yo niggas with you but ain't got ya back huh
You talk a lot but ain't saying none
I'm the man, the only one
Dare a nigga to try me
He'll be a sorry one
My niggas told me they need that real rap
I'm where the real at
Tell you broke boys fall back
Hit ya chick once never called back
Now you spoil that
My niggas got sticks that do tricks
Rob you in a jiff
Make you cough up a brick
Sneeze wrong
Bless ya soul
Now I gotta leave you holy oh shit
I gotta temper can't control it
I'm Tryna mold it
Too much pain inside
That I can no longer hold it
Exclusive what I'm smoking
Gotta be the dopest
Please don't provoke me
You know that I will go this far
I go this hard
I'm a big shit talker
Big dawg walking
Bout my money
No long talking
I get crazy
Proceed with caution
Big dawg walking
Bout my money
No long talking
I get crazy
Proceed with caution
I don't feel so good
Real sicko
Peter Parker
I'm here to beat the block
Tell you niggas back up
You full of shit
Bitch you know you backed
Wood fully packed up
If it's a bag, then you know it's getting wrapped up
I'm yo bitch favorite rapper
I write my songs in chapters
Only going forward while you niggas going backwards
Allyou niggas cap huh
You think you can rap huh
You prolly want some dap huh
Prolly scared to scrap huh
Say you living in the trap
But got ya cousin strap huh
Got it, but you won't clap none
Yo niggas with you but ain't got ya back huh
You talk a lot but ain't saying none
I'm the man, the only one
Dare a nigga to try me
He'll be a sorry one
My niggas told me they need that real rap
I'm where the real at
Tell you broke boys fall back
Hit ya chick once never called back
Now you spoil that
My niggas got sticks that do tricks
Rob you in a jiff
Make you cough up a brick
Sneeze wrong
Bless ya soul
Now I gotta leave you holy oh shit
I gotta temper can't control it
I'm Tryna mold it
Too much pain inside
That I can no longer hold it
Exclusive what I'm smoking
Gotta be the dopest
Please don't provoke me
You know that I will go this far
I go this hard
I'm a big shit talker
Big dawg walking
Bout my money
No long talking
I get crazy
Proceed with caution
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Writer(s): Donald White
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