Feelin Sick’

[Intro: Tini Maine]
Tini what? Tini who?
Foul that motherfucker
Deep dazed up
It's the motherfucking Maine

[Verse: Tini Maine]
I’m the last one you thought that was through the dope
Mr. Tini Maine deliver on a creep slow
Break bread, like a chimney, you didn't know
Centrify, from the center down to the flow
Really tho, frustrated but I don't hate it
Put a [?] on motherfuckers, I’m affiliated
South Side to the East Side, (I'm a native)
From the West to the North Side, (can't fade me)
Burnin' lose like a scam and to the pimp, a hoe
Hit thе track, major overflowing for that dough
Then go, maintain high, can't lose controll
Swеrv right, swerv left, got my story wrote
Ten toes like a motherfucked on the ground
Spit my lyrics by the second with my trigger down
Tip toe, like a narcotic on the bus
Plenty motherfuckers out here, I don't trust
What I do everyday is my business
Sell my dope to the white folks who gettin' bail
Meet me at the corner store cuz you might be informers
And I can't afford goin’ to jail
Now you all with my business on the scene
Smoke green but I’m selling methamphetamine
On fire like a bottle filled with kerosine
5-0, bow down to ya new king
So crunk that I'm shakin’ like a new baby
Got the blunts so I can calm my nerves
When I speak about a bitch who tryna get my pockets rich
Otherwise it'a be so absurd
Plenty niggas got anna but they can't
Handle what Mr. [?] on green got
Cuz when I'm at yo ass, then I’m comin' at yo ass
Now you actin' like a bitch cuz you called the law
Moon walk like Michael when I'm on a drive by
Where my niggas gettin' high and I'm full of dope
Sippin' on a little yella, make me feel better
Now that nigga buy em' and a little smoke
Too though, no [?] cuz I can't go, spit my game, soul
Stick ya far down to the bottom
Here's a word of advice since I wanna play nice
Kid, don't talk about my face fore' I get started
Broke it harder on a level that you can't brake
No wait, no mistakes, melt like a milkshake
So fake that you can't stay away from the lake
That drowned all ya sorrow like a Mayday
These niggas stand a [?] and the ones who owe
Make a dodge and give me all y'all money
East Side to the [?] I'm pickin' up my gun there
Why try, you motherfuckers be runnin'
People talk a lot of shit when you with ya niggas by yaself
You can better stand as a man
Cross your eyes, you should listen, you start prayin'
Set trippin', now I'm pimpin', now I ain't playin'
Play games with ya bitch cuz I ain't the one
Smoke one with Tini Maine, the leprechaun
Drink two, as a syrup just for fun
Now you motherfuckers fuckin' with the right one
So drunk that I'm stumblin' all over
But my lyrics gettin' cornered and are soon over
But I'm tired like a motherfuckers gettin' colder
What I represent, the four league called Clovers
Got to have a lot of nothing cuz I been po'
Now I'm standin' on my own two, I want mo'
Now I got myself damn near through the door
Got yo ass pump fiendin' for this anna dough
No hope, get yaself hung from a rope
No help, can't be helping yaself when you [?]
Then I catch you from the blind side, maybe that your Kin folk died
Now your ass runnin' outta time
I ain't lying, get found, face down
In a puddle with ya blood cuz yo ass tryna cause some clicks
Bitch boy, don't you know who is fuckin' with the [?]
Now it's on, got ya feelin' sick (feeling sick)