Lyrics SICK - BLCKK

Y'all try to tell me what to write as if I give a fuck
Y'all make me sick, I think I'm finished fucking putting up
Come pull y'all chains out, tell me what the fuck I'm 'bout
And tell y'all friends to keep it pushing on y'all way out

Yeah, yeah
Bitch, are you stupid? I'm a motherfucking genius (yeah)
Shit got me thinking like they never killed Jesus (yeah)
And every day that I'm alive, I'ma stay rich
Shut the fuck up, they could never find me, bitch, uh
I need my ones, I been patient (yeah)
I wish you luck, keep looking for my replacement (Yeah)
And then you fucked if you ever get complacent (yeah)
I'm down to work until I die, or I made it, huh (yeah)

Come put more money on my table if you like me
Don't trip on me because y'all bitches wanna write me
Come get y'all motherfucking money off my neck, bitch
Too lit, security don't make my people restless

Fuck y'all single, fuck y'all mixtape
Fuck y'all fam (yeah, woo)
Fuck y'all friends (fuck y'all EP) uh, uh, yeah
Fuck y'all money (yeah)
Fuck you (whoa, whoa)

That motherfucker bugging out, I get my- out (woo)
Don't call my phone because you found out I got money now (yeah)
I'm screaming, "What the fuck you people really know about?" (Woo)
My day to day, they fucking pay me just to fuck around (yeah, yeah, yeah)