Okay, I told mother***ers I was sick as a bitch The dope is dope, you smoke wrong, get you a whiff Watch how these niggas flip this script with the flick of they wrists Other lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth Get my girl angry and pissed and give that pussy a kiss Pushin' the same piece of *** until I get mip-bitten Same nigga, same goals, same dreams and epiphanies Me and my niggas, the same lines of symmetry, with some empathy Remember we were front yard broad with Big Timothy Kicked them doors because we had a lot of energy My brother was locked up for shootin' at the enemy Caught one nigga, then caught fifteen I ain't meet that nigga since I was fifteen Now I'm kickin' sixteens with a big screen In an attempt to get the big cream Little guy with a big dream, I need guidance Cause if I don't succeed, I'll probably proceed violence Sippin' on the brown, no boppin', I don't *** with nobody No team and no posse, you can catch it like a shockie King of all king, praise Haile Selassie Rastafari, I don't need nobody to gossip me I told mother***ers I was sick as a bitch The dopest dope you smoke, I ain't get you a whip Watch how these niggas flip this script with the flick of they wrist Southern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth So part of the reason I be so hard on my people We never had it easy, never had a pot of pee And I be on my knees prayin' to my honor Monopoeia's packin' the coliseum, ain't no parkin' I gotta see J.I.D., gotta be there for my family I got a contrariety, I could be out of my mind thinkin' logically No apologies for speakin' how I feel I solemnly sworn, solemnly, that I will be the guy That make my black people proud of me Roses to the mothers of anybody that doubted me Your chick want dick, bitch, dove in the covers Oversee my area, surveyed over my brothers You touch them, you kill me, can't get close to none of us They still double-dribble, we goin' for triple-doubles Triple up on your investment, ***in' with us You probably have to rock that vest ***, ***in' with us Okay, I told mother***ers I was sick as a bitch The dopest dope you smoke, gon' get you a whip Watch how these niggas flip this script with the flick of they wrist Southern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth Okay, but *** that ***, I gotta get it, I gotta get em Tired of pickin' these locks, you don't respect my existence I used to sleep in my car, never a park or a bench But damn, a nigga was broke, damn it if I didn't get it Them niggas was thinkin' that it was just a rap for the kid One day they gon' hit my phone, hit the show screen, clap for the kid Let's get it poppin', they pullin' pistols on Apostle Paul So pay the piper, meet the sniper, legend of the fall I knew in diapers, you and I was nothin' alike at all I do what I, you do what you like, I'm really makin' calls You couldn't kill it and take it out of me The ideology, this the odyssey, I'm Odysseus You gotta follow me, watch how I maneuver I influence the influencers, the flow is like a fluent influencer Goin' through the motions, so I motivate all of my niggas They tell me kill em' with kindness, I'd rather kill em' in they other significance Writin' lyrics in the city with pretty booties and titties Don't get the cooties, it ain't like the movies It kinda is, cause they shootin', kinda *** as you movin' ***, I'm pushin' and proud of people, life where I grew up Someone tutored the students, these niggas stupid, it's stupid to us Stupid ***, sick as a bitch, flick of the wrist My pen cleanse my many sins, the irony The iron can straighten out any wrinkle in existence Ripple and time triple, my eyes realistically sick In the mind, sick in the head, wish I was dead Sick on the meds, diggin' in my leg Sick em', give em', send em' to hell Okay, okay, I told mother***ers I was sick as a Okay, I told mother***ers I was Bitch