[Hook ×2]
I got an illness, I'm f**ing sick
To pay the rent, all I do is chip the brick
We ain't talking p**y when we saying lick
And we got that weight, we ain't got them mix
[Verse 1]
Just read up, got them Marleys too
Talking, flippin', never seen what Marleys do
That was like crack back in '82
Tracks be selling, just like Tha Carter II
Got these b**hes cooking like a barbecue
Why ill, I'm the sour goo
Got more green than Mountain Dew
But the come up, tryna make a power move
I never snooze, I'm on [???]
Young n***as say ya'll rappers ya'll can't move
Understand mode, no co-sign
Got my foot in the game; I'm at the goal line
[Hook ×2]
I got an illness, I'm f**ing sick
To pay the rent, all I do is chip the brick
We ain't talking p**y when we saying lit
And we got that weight, we ain't got them mix
[Verse 2]
Quarterback them sevens like I'm Michael Vick
Smooth criminal, Ima get a part of it
Highly blessed, never stressed
If she sling till the crib; then you know the rest
All the Js be retro, sunny b**hes can't let go
I don't speak that Spanish, but I'm smoking on that petro
Got two folds n***a gotta keep a metro
She might be with you daily, but she know who's best though
Got that cannabis from Colorado or the West Coast
I don't need that p**y but I'm cracking for that head though
We do this everyday, you waited for that pay day
Young n***as; money team, something like Ray J
[Hook ×2]
I got an illness, I'm f**ing sick
To pay the rent, all I do is chip the brick
We ain't talking p**y when we saying lit
And we got that weight, we ain't got them mix
[I'm working on it, in the meantime please help me!]