lifeofjayden sicko mode official music audio

nate  I know you ain't trying  yo talk about my mom how about you use some wdate, maybe try to lose some weight and  maybe someone will take ypu ona date Don’t mess with me, after this you need to  keep your mouth  close  and  boy this no. no gta  Rapping is my lifestyle, I’m back for a while and nate thought I'm not going to respond back nigga you wrong  you think  I want come back  with some heat Lookin like a toad, this the new sicko mode My shot wet like LeBro and  nate eyesight must be blurry My laughter beats, murder lines, and kill every single time You fuckers can’t hang when I come through with dope rhymes and you think you  think you tough how about I sign you up for WWE and you think you slick  and you  called me black  how about  I'm call God and see if they  ready to come see you and you will be on offsides and watch you mouth  before trouble will come  and you think I care if you in kkk I'm not scared of them I'm from the I'm from the wack and you come to test me you want last  a night living and this is you nightmare And I snort cocaine until my ’ nose bleeds I got more money than Bill Gates needs And just making him look like a Blum and you want to diss me you need to get on my level  and you want to test me. how about you come catch me   and you  want to  bully me   and me racist  how about  I sign you up for some  help to get your brain right   you  just want could form me  go headed because I ant respond to this no more and I'm ending this clap   Stop all that bullshit  in school   and loaded  my stripe  and get the clapping like in  fornite  and maybe you can get is numbers  right  and if you try to kill me you going to fail like  never  I flamed you so hard, you lost your man card Hopefully, we still good, but no chance you stood This rap was fire, maybe I.T needs a hire I look at you and get queasy, man this was way too easy to sit back and relax You’re a mistake, no one wanted to create This about to be trending, my title  that I’m defending May try to get my back, but it won’t clap You can’t rap, ’or even run a lap