Sick Livin'
There aint nobody iller than me
I had enough heart to say I want to be an mc
In my eyes there aint nobody doper
Then the kid who wrote his story in a flow Posted up on the sofa
From trying to be noticed
To try to be the motherfucking dopest
Got to be focused giving hope to the hopeless
Almost died a thousand times
Thought by now I'd be a goner
Dear mama I'm sorry
That my hood life would cause you trauma
From a product of the hood to a prodigy
Spit some game
And got the whole game to follow me
Sick Livin so I had to give them hell of a show
Aint not acting gotta get active
Like I said before
I was a fool with my dogs out there selling some coke
Trying to find different ways to hustle
I didn't want to be broke
Seen graffiti on the walls
When we'd head to the store
And Chuck Ts on the wire of a telephone pole
Its LA baby where the hate is what made us
If you ain't trying to be dangerous
You are probably trying to be famous
Been stabbed in the back
Kept spitting these raps
Made a couple of tracks
Talking about our life in the trap
Me and my two best homies
Had to pick up the slack
Jumped in the game head first
And there was no turning back
Ain't nobody had to like us
But they had to respect us
Started up a label from the bottom
Called it Hellbound Records
Bumping 2pac and biggie having hip hop dreams
Having suicidal thoughts
When we'd ride on our enemies
Lost my homie in the process
So in honor of my lost soldier
Had to make progress
They ain't see the vision fuck what they all said
All in honor of Albert it got us all fed
They ain't see the vision fuck what they all said
All in honor of Albert it got us all fed
There ain't nobody as sick
Then the one who won't quit
Because he knew that he was born to spit
Really lost his bitch over this hip hop shit
Said he'd make it since a youngin' and he meant that shit
Then he created Very Dedicated and got rich
The last tattoo he saw on his best homies wrist
I really don't give a fuck who don't feel this shit
Because it's my album bitch
So you can suck my dick
It's the life of King Sick they be envious
So Im going to ball out til I fall out
While they rest in piss
From the cradle to the grave
I was with this shit
Showed you how Sick Livin'
Until you fucking sick of this shit
So fuck you
Aye on the motherfucking set
Fuck you bitch Sick Livin theres a real
Motherfucking story to this
My life is a motherfucking movie bro
Y'all wanna tune in
See the motherfucking real
Stop following all these fake ass
Motherfucking rappers on the set
Fuck with somebody real
Sick Livin'
Real shit though
Ain't no motherfucking fairy tales
But you don't feel me though
I had enough heart to say I want to be an mc
In my eyes there aint nobody doper
Then the kid who wrote his story in a flow Posted up on the sofa
From trying to be noticed
To try to be the motherfucking dopest
Got to be focused giving hope to the hopeless
Almost died a thousand times
Thought by now I'd be a goner
Dear mama I'm sorry
That my hood life would cause you trauma
From a product of the hood to a prodigy
Spit some game
And got the whole game to follow me
Sick Livin so I had to give them hell of a show
Aint not acting gotta get active
Like I said before
I was a fool with my dogs out there selling some coke
Trying to find different ways to hustle
I didn't want to be broke
Seen graffiti on the walls
When we'd head to the store
And Chuck Ts on the wire of a telephone pole
Its LA baby where the hate is what made us
If you ain't trying to be dangerous
You are probably trying to be famous
Been stabbed in the back
Kept spitting these raps
Made a couple of tracks
Talking about our life in the trap
Me and my two best homies
Had to pick up the slack
Jumped in the game head first
And there was no turning back
Ain't nobody had to like us
But they had to respect us
Started up a label from the bottom
Called it Hellbound Records
Bumping 2pac and biggie having hip hop dreams
Having suicidal thoughts
When we'd ride on our enemies
Lost my homie in the process
So in honor of my lost soldier
Had to make progress
They ain't see the vision fuck what they all said
All in honor of Albert it got us all fed
They ain't see the vision fuck what they all said
All in honor of Albert it got us all fed
There ain't nobody as sick
Then the one who won't quit
Because he knew that he was born to spit
Really lost his bitch over this hip hop shit
Said he'd make it since a youngin' and he meant that shit
Then he created Very Dedicated and got rich
The last tattoo he saw on his best homies wrist
I really don't give a fuck who don't feel this shit
Because it's my album bitch
So you can suck my dick
It's the life of King Sick they be envious
So Im going to ball out til I fall out
While they rest in piss
From the cradle to the grave
I was with this shit
Showed you how Sick Livin'
Until you fucking sick of this shit
So fuck you
Aye on the motherfucking set
Fuck you bitch Sick Livin theres a real
Motherfucking story to this
My life is a motherfucking movie bro
Y'all wanna tune in
See the motherfucking real
Stop following all these fake ass
Motherfucking rappers on the set
Fuck with somebody real
Sick Livin'
Real shit though
Ain't no motherfucking fairy tales
But you don't feel me though
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Writer(s): Raymond Rejon
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