Sick (feat. Lupér & Post-Boy)

Drip on me its time to get sick
Drinks on me cause its time to get sick
Dirt on my tee i be throwin' up sick
Ditch outta school i be callin' in sick
Sick boy, Nasty
Loop it like an athlete
At track meets, I lack Z's
To practice how I rap clean
Sipping on my black tea
My back porch has mad scenes
I lack endorphins so i ask myself to find em back please
Rapping for the finance
Dining on the finest
Prideful when I write but when I ride I try to hide it
Crime behind my eyelids
Finest on my island
You winning for the time but i can switch it like my climate
I go oh shit
Whip is off the road
Lost control
When I go in
Boy you better know
I don't cloak it
She was frozen
Ask me for the blow
For the coke
I don't know shit
Girl I barely smoke
Lemme go
Huh'
Watchu' know about it
Kenny in my chalice
Killer for the cream
I need my bank account to balance
You ask me how my passion
Went from nothing to the talent
Watchu' asking boy I did this shit with practice
Geez
Drip on me its time to get sick
Drinks on me cause its time to get sick
Dirt on my tee i be throwin' up sick
Ditch outta school i be callin' in sick
Big boy from the south east
Burn city, found king
Turned spitter, acid how i tab it when the cash gleams
Premature fast lanes
Driving through my bad streets
Posty send the heat that make me loop it like a brass beat
Pass me the oki
Fourty-seven when I clock it
Told my brother we would get it now my bank accounts the margin
Sling it like we Tarzan
Middle finger to your garbage
Tryna fight me? Tekken sitting in my glove compartment
You don't know me like you think boy
Dripping from the wrist boy
Never knew myself until I found out I could spit boy
Keep it off the list
I never listen when they hit noise
I kill it for my city from the south east to Fitzroy
RX-7, FC, gloss white, yuh
10 past eleven when im speeding through your sight
my boys stay beside with the JDM delights
120, we don't care about the price
Geez