paroles de chanson Sick Wit It - 101 , Nick Gibbs

Sick with it when I go rip writtens
When I go spread sickness
While I go spit quickness
So now you
About to bear witness
Perception in existence
Now see
Flow so sick
Better throw up
Flip my chips
So I blow up
Talk that shit
Better show up
Girl so thick
Got the glow up
Man i'm legit
Give no fucks
Handle my biz
So I boss up
Flipped no bricks
Ain't no toss up
Did it for my kid
Can't fuck up
Hating mothafuckas
Need to pipe down
Killin up this beat
I'm on the mic now
I'm hype now
Look now
New age rap
All got cash
All Got gats
All Clap back
All Push packs
Same ol' scat
See beyond that
See the way I rap
I take tracks
Shoot it fast
Savage rap
Listen to this sick track
I know its overtime
Kicking double time
When spitting on the lines
Why Hate on the guy
I be spittin' sublime
Forever staying on the grind
While you rollin' the lime
Wondering why
I be keeping the hype right
Get in where I fit in
Flow like i'm gifted
Wear it like a fitted
Game i'm lifting
Now I gotta rip it
While you dipping it
Steady decline
While i'm killing rhymes
One day I'll shine
Livin' my best life
Ripping up the lines
Best of my time
To reach my prime
Cause you know
I got life on the line

Staying on my grind
Putting in the time
Ain't got time for dimes
All I want is dollars signs
I'm sick with it
Staying on my grind
Putting in the time
Ain't got time for dimes
All I want is dollars signs
I'm sick with it