Sick of Rage (Bonus)
I heard niggas sick of rage and they want different music
Nigga make it then
If u a bitch then mind yo business and don't listen to it
If u ain't a fan
I woke up inside a bag and it isn't Louis
Pay some homage next year you gonna get influenced
Everyday before I pray I run a check up
That shit healing for me
Only thing yo girl could offer was the neck up
Not appealing to me
I did my shit legal
So my strap can stay concealed
If u play, you lost the game
That's why they popped him like a pill
Can't get caught up with these birds
They repeat shit like a parrot
I done popped up out my shell
Like I'm with that nigga terry
Shit don't happen overnight
And I don't got a magic fairy
Spaceman rarely pushing up
But they notice my appearance
I ain't smoking anything that I don't roll up
I mean that sincerely
Walk inside the booth and I pop a Ricola
Now they hear me clearly
I ain't putting shit inside my soda
But I don't judge
Pockets heavy, weigh me down
Staying solid never budge
I heard niggas sick of rage and they want different music
Nigga make it then
If you a bitch then mind yo business and don't listen to it
If u ain't a fan
I don't care about my birth
It's just another fuckin payday
When a nigga in distress I let it bless
I don't say mayday
Is what it is
Ain't what it ain't
Did what I did
These niggas can't
Dior cologne
Smelling like dank
Feelin like Waka a dog in the paint
Don't really snow in the swats and I don't got a pot
But for profit I'm feelin like Saint
Money be moving like cheetahs
I throw on my beaters and run that shit right to the back
I'm in the Golf like I'm Tiger
Before I retire I got them like who in the coupe
She always say that I'm lying
She think its a sign that I hit her at 2:22
I know these niggas be cap but its out of my hands
Just don't crash it you know that it's rented
If it's one thing about rap bruh it ain't what you sayin
It's all about how you present it
I heard niggas sick of rage and they want different music
If you a bitch then mind yo business and don't listen to it
I just killed all of the Casa
Now I'm leaning on the wall
I woke up was on the ceiling
I might trip but I wont fall
Nigga make it then
If u a bitch then mind yo business and don't listen to it
If u ain't a fan
I woke up inside a bag and it isn't Louis
Pay some homage next year you gonna get influenced
Everyday before I pray I run a check up
That shit healing for me
Only thing yo girl could offer was the neck up
Not appealing to me
I did my shit legal
So my strap can stay concealed
If u play, you lost the game
That's why they popped him like a pill
Can't get caught up with these birds
They repeat shit like a parrot
I done popped up out my shell
Like I'm with that nigga terry
Shit don't happen overnight
And I don't got a magic fairy
Spaceman rarely pushing up
But they notice my appearance
I ain't smoking anything that I don't roll up
I mean that sincerely
Walk inside the booth and I pop a Ricola
Now they hear me clearly
I ain't putting shit inside my soda
But I don't judge
Pockets heavy, weigh me down
Staying solid never budge
I heard niggas sick of rage and they want different music
Nigga make it then
If you a bitch then mind yo business and don't listen to it
If u ain't a fan
I don't care about my birth
It's just another fuckin payday
When a nigga in distress I let it bless
I don't say mayday
Is what it is
Ain't what it ain't
Did what I did
These niggas can't
Dior cologne
Smelling like dank
Feelin like Waka a dog in the paint
Don't really snow in the swats and I don't got a pot
But for profit I'm feelin like Saint
Money be moving like cheetahs
I throw on my beaters and run that shit right to the back
I'm in the Golf like I'm Tiger
Before I retire I got them like who in the coupe
She always say that I'm lying
She think its a sign that I hit her at 2:22
I know these niggas be cap but its out of my hands
Just don't crash it you know that it's rented
If it's one thing about rap bruh it ain't what you sayin
It's all about how you present it
I heard niggas sick of rage and they want different music
If you a bitch then mind yo business and don't listen to it
I just killed all of the Casa
Now I'm leaning on the wall
I woke up was on the ceiling
I might trip but I wont fall
Credits
Writer(s): Victor Hill
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