@SyedT3rRificVids

4 years ago

Lyric [Verse 1] Don't like me then figure it out I'm just too lit Late-night drives, I'm whipping it now I got a new whip Girls like me, yes I get around Wish you were like hit Don't try me I'm sick of it now Bitch you get dissed Half of you rappers I don't even like yo ass You swagger jackets don't even write your raps I spat a couple of lines It's just a matter of time I could flatten your line Don't cross my path I'm not packing a nine But I gottem with rounds I'm still blasting you guys Imma light yo ass I'm a savage that strikes Practicing to survive 'Cause even after you hide, Imma find yo ass [Hook 1] The industry's fake, the industry's fake You're not independent Who's pulling your weight? Who's pulling your weight? Oh wait, I get it There's too much at stake, there's too much at stake Can't get caught slipping You give it away, you give it away [Verse 2] Ayy Sik World, bitch Don't forget that shit I'm fire like bic Got a problem with me? That's fine, you can suck my dick That goes to anyone prick I diss whoever I pick Sick of you tryna be slick Better keep your mouth zipped 'Cause if you don't, you'll get roast like Demi Lovato making that Twitter joke Honestly, I've been the goat And I'm getting bigger, though Can't even used Tinder, ho Girls find me Recognise me They remind me That I rap 'Cause they want me to smash 'Cause I spit this flow Okay fuck it, my life is dope Fuck it Nope, I'm feeling lonely People use my name and act like they know me There is a reason why you stay below me While you're down there, you can go 'head and blow me Oh, you got skill? Then why don't you show me Oh, you got dirt? Then go and expose me I be delighted To see you confided I'll detach your head and use it as a trophy [Hook 2] The fuck do you mean? The fuck do you mean? Ay Sik is a cig The fuck do you think? The fuck do you think? Ay Oh, you're jealous of me? 'Cause I'm living your dreams? I'm living your dreams, ay And don't hit me with that It's not what it seems, it's not what it seems [Verse 3] Should I flex bands? Should I take xans? Skits on the gram? Get face tats? Maybe that'll get your boy on the map Maybe that'll show the world I can rap Maybe I should sell out all of my morals Finesse the industry and then get hella stacks Nope That's just advance money And half these dummies can not pay it back Shit is a bust Exposing you is a must If you don't like me then you will adjust Put you in the field, my music is clutch Siknation, no one is fucking with us Yo, I got a buzz Yo, I got a buzz, a buzz That no one can touch I'll call out you scrubs Yes I got the guts No percocets, and still better ya Don't compare me to rappers that's compared to rabbits It doesn't matter The comparisons never end I'm coming after all there is to gather Silence all the chatter When I rap I am going The hip hop attacker All you fucking slackers Better fucking scatter 'Cause you know I bring hell again Someone get the pastor Sik, I broke the ladder Imma shatter anybody I'm battling [Hook 3] Mom, thanks for not aborting me Now let's make the rap game fun, it's boring me Wack rappers gotta follow me accordingly If you're under me Study me I got the juice No ones touching Fuck with me

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