Sick

Yeah yeah
You know what I’m saying
We was doing all that shit
And I ain’t even have to ask nobody for it
They just did that shit
I’m here

[Verse 1]
I’m in orbit with all of y’all
I got faults in my road so I can’t drive straight
License suspended anyway just let me vibrate
To be honest a lot of y’all would’ve died at my rate
I’ve seen shit in my past life that I hide to this day
So this face of dismay
Will be here ‘til Wednesday
Thursday I’m in the bed dreaming ‘bout Friday
I can feel my mind shake
Nigga let me vibrate
‘Cause the common misconception is not just a misdirection
When monuments get erected them billionaires get erections
They paying off these elections but I’m voting anyway
Nigga they been killing niggas since before the last name was ever given
I ain’t preaching brother
I ain’t with that hotep shit either
I’m with you brother
Niggas born with a knife in they soul and they know it
Mama tried to pull it out but all she can do is console it
Lose our brains in these games
This shit is so consoling
Smoking grams to the face
Don’t worry why I’m rolling
I’m hoping for the ocean
I’m kind of used to floating
It’s good to pick your potion
‘Cause you gone feel the motion
Don

[Hook]
If my money falls I’ll probably have to catch a body
Talking shit from the gate and I ain’t even in the lobby
Bitch I’m top floor, high above, eyes on everybody
And my style’s so sick so I’m used to being snobby
Bless you, bless you, bless you
(I’m sick of the bullshit)
Style so sick so I’m used to being snobby

[Bridge]
I’ve been sick and I’m holding on
(Man I’m barely fucking holding on)
I’ve been sick and I’m holding on
(I don’t even know anymore man)

[Verse 2]
My brain matter consists of great data
Complex patterns and voices that tend to chatter
I feel shattered
A mere piece of a man that had once mattered
I wanted to be the flyest but I’m always making maggots
I got dreams attacking me daily
All I see is static
Getting major headaches
Feels like Static Major’s fate is becoming mine as of late
The shortness of breath on occasion is way too much to take
Move all my page right along the road and find a new state of mind
Because mine is broken like the drop of a vase
But I feel better when I’m rocking at the drop of the bass
Aye yo my lawyer’s paid I’m ‘bout to throw the clock at the case
I should be sleeping well but the bags under my eyes are too full of the hate
And the anger in my soul is too hot for you to hold I guess that’s why I walk alone
Why do I dish out what I don’t condone?
My condolences if I stepped in your home

[Hook]
If my money falls I’ll probably have to catch a body
Talking shit from the gate and I ain’t even in the lobby
Bitch I’m top floor, high above, eyes on everybody
And my style’s so sick so I’m used to being snobby
Bless you, bless you, bless you
(I’m sick of the bullshit)
Style so sick so I’m used to being snobby

[Bridge]
I’ve been sick and I’m holding on
I’ve been sick and I’m holding on