Sick af

Droppin my racks on srt
Rich so make more money
Gotta give it back my family peep
Woah
Make it safe
I wanna fly
When I die
U know god is on my side
Im getting the heaven guide
Whatchu know I use my Prize

Runnin round with no shields
Runnin round with no bihs (ay)
Runnin round with tha ease (ease)
Im trynna smoke that peace

Fake niggas fake niggas
Bitches can't get saved
U really putting that kitty in his face
Popping pillz so I go crazy
Got rick owens oh baby (yisha)

Yeah im sick af
Yeah im sick af
Im sick of these fakes
They all do look the same
All they look the same
Broke and lost and lame
Broke and lost and lame

U know im going up forreal
Got expensive clothes, with no Fuckin deal
No label is suckin my soul or my will
We get mad shit hit yeah
We get mad shit bitch
Yeah my ass so thick
I like money counterfits

Yeah im sick af
Yeah im sick af
Im going up
I gotta size my shit up
I gotta fix up my range
Bling fat cubain chain
I gotta go brazy
Fuck everybody im going crazy

Droppin my racks on srt
Rich so make more money
Gotta give it back my family peep
Woah
Make it safe
I wanna fly
When I die
U know god is on my side
Im getting the heaven guide
Whatchu know I use my prize