Sick As Us
Emcees
Hip-hop heads making their pens bleed
Pushing better rap
Fuck all these cats
They're a pet peeve (Yeah)
If they don't write
then they're getting left in my next scheme
We're coming for your neck
If you think you're better then let's see
You're listening to mozart?
I spit the shit that goes hard
You're whipping in that Go-Kart
My whip is 'Push-to-go' start
(One button)
You're spitting no bars
Equipped, I'm finna go far
Your gimmick isn't shit
And all my written's finna bogard
Kicking flames around the clock
We don't wait around and watch
Bitch, we staying out the box
We're tryna make it out the lot
With a heinous sound that rocks
We're finna bang it out the drop
Fuck the dranks and pounding shots
We want the same amount of props
As these legends get
Sticking with the regiment
Image so malevolent
We're privy to the elements
You're witnessing the elegance
Your dividend's irrelevant
We're switching up the delegates
While living where it's desolate
We're shifting all the resonance
PBE and the plan is to switch it up
If you're spitting shit that's wack
We don't give a fuck
We're just giving you the facts
No one's sick as us
We made a killing off these raps
Now we're in the cut
PBE and the plan is to switch it up
If you spitting shit that's wack
We don't give a fuck
We're just giving you the facts
No one's sick as us
We made a killing off these raps
Now we're in the cut
Made him freeze up
Like a motherfuckin' mannequin
Smoke 3 blunts
While I'm strolling through the vatican
The fiends come
With their hands out like some savages
So naturally I handle it
And hand em it, they need a fix
I'm the god, I'm the goat
With a pot of the gold
I don't need a fuckin' scale
Cause' it's already sold
You got that frail foundation
Whole style getting old
And your crew need some maintenance
Start to thin when it gets cold
In these streets there's a code
I'm on a streak with the foes
Bitch, I reap what I sow
And when I see you I will know
Opps elite? hell no
Obsolete, make em' fold
They're on their knees, I'm ten toes
I get em' whacked for the low
He set you up and that's your bro
You got pinched and then you told
This is what you signed up for
So you got to do the time
And nobody shows you love
If Jesus turned water into wine
Imagine what he'll do to some blood
Hip-hop heads making their pens bleed
Pushing better rap
Fuck all these cats
They're a pet peeve (Yeah)
If they don't write
then they're getting left in my next scheme
We're coming for your neck
If you think you're better then let's see
You're listening to mozart?
I spit the shit that goes hard
You're whipping in that Go-Kart
My whip is 'Push-to-go' start
(One button)
You're spitting no bars
Equipped, I'm finna go far
Your gimmick isn't shit
And all my written's finna bogard
Kicking flames around the clock
We don't wait around and watch
Bitch, we staying out the box
We're tryna make it out the lot
With a heinous sound that rocks
We're finna bang it out the drop
Fuck the dranks and pounding shots
We want the same amount of props
As these legends get
Sticking with the regiment
Image so malevolent
We're privy to the elements
You're witnessing the elegance
Your dividend's irrelevant
We're switching up the delegates
While living where it's desolate
We're shifting all the resonance
PBE and the plan is to switch it up
If you're spitting shit that's wack
We don't give a fuck
We're just giving you the facts
No one's sick as us
We made a killing off these raps
Now we're in the cut
PBE and the plan is to switch it up
If you spitting shit that's wack
We don't give a fuck
We're just giving you the facts
No one's sick as us
We made a killing off these raps
Now we're in the cut
Made him freeze up
Like a motherfuckin' mannequin
Smoke 3 blunts
While I'm strolling through the vatican
The fiends come
With their hands out like some savages
So naturally I handle it
And hand em it, they need a fix
I'm the god, I'm the goat
With a pot of the gold
I don't need a fuckin' scale
Cause' it's already sold
You got that frail foundation
Whole style getting old
And your crew need some maintenance
Start to thin when it gets cold
In these streets there's a code
I'm on a streak with the foes
Bitch, I reap what I sow
And when I see you I will know
Opps elite? hell no
Obsolete, make em' fold
They're on their knees, I'm ten toes
I get em' whacked for the low
He set you up and that's your bro
You got pinched and then you told
This is what you signed up for
So you got to do the time
And nobody shows you love
If Jesus turned water into wine
Imagine what he'll do to some blood
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Writer(s): Brandon Nepinak
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