Lyrics Bullshit - Huskii

Nothing in my cupboard but the Mi Goreng
Steady in my stomach as the weed boring
I'mma keep scorin', get a heap more an'
Hot box the booth while I'm recording
People sleepin' on me keep snorin'
These ups and downs got me seesawin'
Catch a case, coppers got me reportin'
P*ss test comin', but I keep pourin'
Too many jacks to relax, that's my state of mind
Might get whacked by mate of mine
Come try, boy. Pay the price
I'mma swing on you cats like you made of vines
Need rehab, I'm made of binds?
But I'm stubborn as f*ck, I remain behind
Rather sip this sh*t and wake up hating life
Do it all again to take the weight off my mind
Used to never say no, brah
Helpin' all of my homies
Most of them have turned cobra
Now I'm sitting here lonely
I don't really care cuz all the fakes'll get a headbutt
And the rest of you snakes get ya heads cut
Rappers they bitin' like bed bugs
Sick of t'bullsh*t, sick of the headf*cks
(HOOK)
Sick of the bullsh*t, sick of the headf*cks
Sick of the headf*cks, sick of the bullsh*t
Sick of the bullsh*t
(VERSE 2)
Cocaine sittin' all up in my nose
Propane spittin' all up in my flows
Too many people, want a free ride from me
Nowdays, but I ain't f*ckin' wit those
My whole life I've been a reject
Too busy tryin' to get the money up to pay to weed debt
People see I'm full of regret, but
Sick of me saying in my songs I wanna be dead
I ain't f*ckin' wit nobody
Why they f*ckin' with me?
Got so much sh*t up on my plate
But still got nothing to eat
I been down, and I stay down
But this ghetto sh*t has been played out
I'mma stand up man, never laid down
When I say sh*t, it be straight out
I been up writin' all night
Drop that 'cid, take the ride of my life
Dumb flow rappers be bitin' my pipe
Everybody double timin'. Now they're bitin' my lines
Got me thinkin'why do I write?
Nobody knows I'm the dopest
So long, haven't seen the white in my eyes
Now I'm smoking the dope just to focus
My bros doing a bid
My dad's doin a bid
I'm still going to court
I'm not going to win
I told you motherf*ckers that
I'm sick of the bullshiit
But I'm still holding the towel
And not throwing it in
I be stranger than tech nine
Sick of being late so I'm changin' the deadline
Ever since a baby, I've hustled to get mine
Probably why t'demons come alive when it's bed time
(HOOK)
Sick of the bullsh*t, sick of the headf*cks
Sick of the headf*cks, sick of the bullsh*t
Sick of the bullsh*t