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Intro (2 Take Jup):
[Wait it's IB On The What?]

Verse 1:
I'm sick of all of you niggas
I'm sick of all of you bitches
All of you niggas is bitches, y'all bitches is niggas man what is the difference
I've only been in this shit for like two years but I should be into big business
They ain't been seeing or hearing so I've just working like 24/7
24, day-to-day, slapping shit 808, knockin down everything I feel like Kobe Bryant on fadeaway
Breaking down everything, I swear to Einstein that you couldn't even come close to my mental state
All of y'all feather weight
I gotta a date where the cheddar stay
My nigga sell work out his mama house
I'm tryna find us a better way

Hook:
I swear that I'm sick of all of you niggas
I swear that I'm sick of all of you bitches
I should pull up just flex up you bitches
I should pull up just flex up you niggas
Sick of these niggas
They say they this
They say they that
They say all lies
Don't hear no facts
Where are the facts?
We don't believe, we don't believe you counting them racks
Y'all making me sick as a matter of fact
I'm sick of these niggas
I'm sick of these bitches
Man take a step back

Verse 2:
I see, lots of colors
I see lots of cops with no ID, they roll around all under covers
I'm sick of most them muthafucka's
Kill my people blame it on the music I swear that is shit something whooo!
Man I swear that shit is something
Go to trial, get acquitted, leave with nothing
Why the fuck you think we in this muh-fucka going bunky
Tryna to kick us to the curb, but there's no punting, no punting
Gonna go crazy till I see no more gunning
Down of my people
Wise man told me that currency is the root of all evil
So bitch I'ma stunt like Knevil
And bitch I'ma stunt when I see you
So if you don't really know who IB
Then don't try and act like my migo

Hook:
I swear that I'm sick of all of you niggas
I swear that I'm sick of all of you bitches
I should pull up just flex up you bitches
I should pull up just flex up you niggas
Sick of these niggas
They say they this
They say they that
They say all lies
Don't hear no facts
Where are the facts?
We don't believe, we don't believe you counting them racks
Y'all making me sick as a matter of fact
I'm sick of these niggas
I'm sick of these bitches
Man take a step back

Outro:
I see, lots of colors
I see lots of cops with no ID, they roll around all under covers
I'm sick of most them muthafucka's
Kill my people blame it on the music I swear that is shit something whooo!
Man I swear that shit is something