sick of my mind sick and im ill sick of the times sick and i kill sick of the lines sick of the skill sick of these thoughts sick from these pills sick of these mother fuckers telling me how to live sick of the higher powers not giving me the gifts sick of my brain sick of the flow sick of these bitches sick of this dough sick of this mind sick of my flows sick of counting cash im out this boat i no longer brag i no longer boast karma is a bitch and that bitch dont choke so if you doing evil I wish you the best so while im spilling rhymes let me get this off my chest never do me dirty it'll come back and bite ya ill be practicing while drinkinking vodka never let a ho come live your life you know it'll turn out in the end they all be on that bull if you doing bad behind my back i already know why you think I dont fucking trust a ho never backing down life is what you make it going to be a boss someday this dream is far from taken try to fill my boots you think you're man enough to try it i dont do stupid shit and im not broke im not my cousin Ryan i got my shit in line license and registration drinking all day not on probation i dont get a ticket i just pull away i didnt say much got off free today try to be me bitch i bet you can't talk some shit about me bitch i dont give a damn