SICK N TIRED (feat. drew madden)

I'm so sick and tired of the bullshit I've been had enough Brought a whole new vibe talk to me like I've been fucking up Ain't nobody cold as me Fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up Ain't nobody cold as me Fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up I'm so sick and tired of the bullshit I've been had enough Brought a whole new vibe talk to me like I've been fucking up Ain't nobody cold as me Fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up Ain't nobody cold as me Fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up Uh I just couldn't play the victim Up in the air like Tipton Guessing my words like symptoms The way that we thinking is different I be facing my demons with distance Running round with that choppa assistance Keep my head down and focus the mission keep staying distant I be walking round in the trap keeping low I be calling cap when that bag reach a low Got me feeling bad when I'm sad take some more Fire in the mother fucking house tuck and roll I be thinking deep I be counting blessings When I'm thinking about the cash I be thinking messy Rolling up a blunt because I keep on fucking stressing Mixing up my words because I'm on the fucking record I'm so sick and tired of the bullshit I've been had enough Brought a whole new vibe talk to me like I've been fucking up Ain't nobody cold as me Fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up Ain't nobody cold as me Fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up Get lost in the shit when I drop I came from the bottom the tippity top The crowd going crazy to shit that I rock The product is changing the game it's on lock Purg hat on yeah I'm moving the flock Was just in New York now I'm moving to Prague The business is booming AB on the stocks These bitches want Cubans they want on my cock So now I'm Cupid Got Drew Madden on the drums going stupid My shit on blast and your shit just got muted Tom Ford tux so you know I'm well suited Next one up is just what I've concluded lil bitch You want a Rollie got two on my wrist You gonna get od got two on my hips You just a sellout I sold out my tix Ain't no scrimmage when my opposition is inferior Vomiting vodka into your interior You might be super but bitch I'm superior Got the bass booming right through the exterior Lyrical master preaching this shit like a pastor Not your average rapper We made a slapper Me and my fellas look dapper Purg head to toe with the clapper hoe I'm so sick and tired of the bullshit I've been had enough Brought a whole new vibe talk to me like I've been fucking up Ain't nobody cold as me Fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up Ain't nobody cold as me Fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up