Sick ina Head (feat. ARthegeneral)
Watch What You say when you speaking to me
Shot Hit His Chest Now He Pledge Of Allege
Shot Hit His Face Now He blessing the beat
He Diss On the menace now he is Deceased
Once they see me they start crossing the street
They calling me ike cause I beat on the B
If I sip on the Fanta I'm going to sleep
I'm Chilling With Wolves
You niggas is sheep
Gotta watch what you post cause niggas will you peep
With Blood on the streets
Hearts so cold feel like 20 degrees
Watch how you talk when you talking me
I was down bad with some bud in my jeans
All white Air Force can't fuck with no creases
Trynna Show Love but these niggas be beasting
Wanna ask Why ask Jesus
I can take you on a trip to go see em
Brown bitch and she bussing like Reese's
Niggas talk but they flocking like geese's
How you broke but you copping some pieces
I was broke had to cop me a visa
(Damn)
Like it must be a reason
Get it back and just call that shit even
I be balling like Mike in his prime
Some niggas stayed out for the season
(Ay)
Some niggas stayed out for a lifetime
These nigga be calling for lifelines
My niggas is sick so we likemind
(Ay)
If we sending them shots then it's over
And I'm chilling with Ar get hit with a Ar
We turning ya mom to Jehovah
That bitch suck my dick
I don't know her
Project baby don't roll with no stroller
They saying I'm sick I'm like so what
I sip on the Fanta no soda
I be stuck in my seat like Rosa
If he speak wrap him up like Toga
Love the green my pockets is ogre
Ima menace this not a persona
If we catch you we leave you in coma
Losing blood go get em a donor
Pass the Glock and you know Ima closer
I Was selling em 3 for 25
Wasn't going no lower
Don't get caught at no red like
For being a poser
Bow
Bow
And this bitch keep blowing up my line
Yea
I think Ima bone her
Smoking fanto with Fanta got Head ties
Shit I must be a stoner
You my brother but crossing that redline
Damn you must be a goner
Free my niggas that's locked up with fed time
Better go up and get it you want it
I got niggas that's dying for hunnads
Same niggas that's dying from hunger
Probably wish that I fall but I couldn't
Know that shit coulda been bad if I would've
Damn
So it must be the money
Shot Hit His Chest Now He Pledge Of Allege
Shot Hit His Face Now He blessing the beat
He Diss On the menace now he is Deceased
Once they see me they start crossing the street
They calling me ike cause I beat on the B
If I sip on the Fanta I'm going to sleep
I'm Chilling With Wolves
You niggas is sheep
Gotta watch what you post cause niggas will you peep
With Blood on the streets
Hearts so cold feel like 20 degrees
Watch how you talk when you talking me
I was down bad with some bud in my jeans
All white Air Force can't fuck with no creases
Trynna Show Love but these niggas be beasting
Wanna ask Why ask Jesus
I can take you on a trip to go see em
Brown bitch and she bussing like Reese's
Niggas talk but they flocking like geese's
How you broke but you copping some pieces
I was broke had to cop me a visa
(Damn)
Like it must be a reason
Get it back and just call that shit even
I be balling like Mike in his prime
Some niggas stayed out for the season
(Ay)
Some niggas stayed out for a lifetime
These nigga be calling for lifelines
My niggas is sick so we likemind
(Ay)
If we sending them shots then it's over
And I'm chilling with Ar get hit with a Ar
We turning ya mom to Jehovah
That bitch suck my dick
I don't know her
Project baby don't roll with no stroller
They saying I'm sick I'm like so what
I sip on the Fanta no soda
I be stuck in my seat like Rosa
If he speak wrap him up like Toga
Love the green my pockets is ogre
Ima menace this not a persona
If we catch you we leave you in coma
Losing blood go get em a donor
Pass the Glock and you know Ima closer
I Was selling em 3 for 25
Wasn't going no lower
Don't get caught at no red like
For being a poser
Bow
Bow
And this bitch keep blowing up my line
Yea
I think Ima bone her
Smoking fanto with Fanta got Head ties
Shit I must be a stoner
You my brother but crossing that redline
Damn you must be a goner
Free my niggas that's locked up with fed time
Better go up and get it you want it
I got niggas that's dying for hunnads
Same niggas that's dying from hunger
Probably wish that I fall but I couldn't
Know that shit coulda been bad if I would've
Damn
So it must be the money
Credits
Writer(s): Adrian Ridley
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