Ripple

Sick I need some clinical aid
Live off adrenaline
Baby thick like whipped Minute Maid
With hints of cinnamon
Miserable wit physical pain
But such a specimen
Tasty cut the guts from the grape
Green with the medicine

Sick I need some clinical aid
Live off adrenaline
Baby thick like whipped Minute Maid
With hints of cinnamon
Miserable wit physical pain
But such a specimen
Tasty cut the guts from the grape
Green with the medicine

Insane with no clinical aid
Lit like I'm Edison
Tully with the grade that is A
Like steaks of venison
Prolly got me block from ya page
Because ya sensitive
Hungry back to physical pain
I smell em cookin' it
run up ima get me a plate
While y'all just circumvent
Quick to stop the issue it's fate
Still fuck the president
Back to Tully saying he great
I run the Occident
Thats the whole top half of the globe
For all you idiots

Sick I need some clinical aid
Live off adrenaline
Baby thick like whipped Minute Maid
With hints of cinnamon
Miserable wit physical pain
But such a specimen
Tasty cut the guts from the grape
Green with the medicine

This that new age
That new stage
It's Tully back with a new page
From the playbook
Get ya game took
As a beats cooked
Know it's all rage
I engage the opposition
Barrel hot from spitting FMJ's
Sage for all my demons
Hear em screaming so I'm pressing play
See me roll up y'all better pray
This isn't heaven sent
Test me ima rip off ya face
I think that's evident
Fuck around just stay out my way
Or you'll regret the shit
Tully make a promise no games
Just know the boy can spit

Sick I need some clinical aid
Live off adrenaline
Baby thick like whipped Minute Maid
With hints of cinnamon
Miserable wit physical pain
But such a specimen
Tasty cut the guts from the grape
Green with the medicine



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Bailey
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