Delinquent Habits - Sick Habits lyrics

Oh yeah know who's checkin' in right now I'm Ives Irie, "El Capitan" Checkin' in for Delinquent Habits We got Sick Jacken, from the Psycho Realm You know... Sick Side! Ives Irie: Everyday I wake up, wipe my green eye And until I feed my sons, keep the music alive Got the nights oversea, intend to watch em but Ives Amidst these desert streets walls that only they only want me to die Still I find, that in this grind Good and bad all intertwine in mind just like mine Tend to cast a little shadow over all that I find Making harder every battle, moving nickels and dimes Move em in corner to corner, so I roam in the center Chase my herb and leap to get out of my car when I enter See my ride in ghetto chronic puts the life a sinner With this mash and take advantage of a lonely beginner Cause I find, that in this world Situations all having to make ya head curl Eyes twirling, you spinning until your hurling I keep a shake clean hell off of a girlfriend Though in time, most will hit you like a whirlwind Just to back my game up, pay me or my girl win Its some California love, and I ain't no Hollywood I really smoke bud, I roll, bang beats Hang out where gangs meet Real sly I chief, its money in these streets Sick Jacken: Im a former street pharmacist, new shoes and garments when 9 to 5 I sell dope, I hustle to the plot again Gotta feed my daughter man, times getting hard again Stay transparent, cause these k**ers out here slaughter men My team move the product and, re-up cop again I move me some weight then I be back up top again This illegitimate money, thats when the cops come in They say Im a lose, but my heart says I gotta win Based on whats MY sk**, I changed a dope deal To 16 bars of real talk and its so ill-matic still I feel addict SICK HABITS Its automatic with the SS cause its my zeal The hustle stays the same I stay on the corner until its gone and not a nickel remains The money exchange, expands a world wide range I`ll be on the grind, pumping this base do your thang homey! I move rhymes like, NKO to the drug culture Move mad words like Suga Free slangs chocha Get fiends hooked to the sh** that I sold ya Get a gas mask dawg, youre now a Sick Side solider! Hold ya streets down like, drunken style mic Veterans in town fights, depicted on my sound vice Keep that underground right No doubt I be bringing the psycho sh** Now tell me what that sounds like Ives: I maintain through the struggle and pain Ink-scarred flesh and my brain is all stained The names ain't changed, story is explained Is the rebirth of the sick side Clack clack in vain Been known to slang A little of everything A little "get back" acido, mota and c**aine Ghetto mathematics, cheese eggs and quarter pounds Street doctors, daily we gotta make bread