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1up tee - sick talk lyrics

[intro]
once i stopped playing sports, that’s when i got hit with the reality of everything
where i’m from, you feel like you got two options
you gon’ play sports, or you gon’ do the other thing
when i was fifteen, i knew that i wanted to be something great, but
to be something great in a black community, it almost feels like you have to something bad

[verse]
everybody treatin’ me like i’m a walking ticket
i want real love around, that sh+t don’t cost a penny
tryna play it like you with me, that sh+t all a gimmick
i hop out, toss it for my n+ggas, you wouldn’t toss a nickel
these n+ggas ain’t ballin’ really, that sh+t all an image
that b+tch thought i wasn’t gon’ leave, and she done lost a n+gga
that b+tch thought i couldn’t ball, now i’m a boston celtic
label used to offer petty, now they talkin’ better
i’m out here pressin’ every day like no excuses
better watch that b+tch you call your b+tch, that ho’ll use you
i be actin’ like i’m happy, but for real, i’m goin’ through it
i trust people that i shouldn’t in the end, i know i’m stupid
if you only knew, if you only knew
tryna make it without dying, man, my baby only two
all these n+ggas know is hoop, all these n+ggas know is shoot
all that trappin’ trap your mind, man, i hope you know the truth
i get into it with my b+tch, get into it with my mind
i tell ’em that they just a like, they bring me the same drama
man, these n+ggas can’t try me even if lil’ dej by me
’cause they know i got some n+ggas that’ll go insane ’bout me
i’m a 5 mile pilot, b+tch, i ride around striker
man, this sh+t so real, my lil’ b+tch dropped out college
can’t put me in check, b+tch, you is not my mama
i’ve been through so much sh+t, but n+gga, i’m not stopping
(n+gga, never)
[interlude]
(i’m in the booth right now, n+gga nose stuffy, sick as h+ll)
(sh+t don’t matter)
(been workin’)
(sick talk)

[chorus]
n+gga, this that sick talk, let me vent to her
your mans broke and you rich, n+gga, that ain’t his fault
if i was him, ee sweeter than biscoff
don’t come around with all that d+ck suckin’, n+gga, get lost
i could be in the club, i’m in this b+tch with von classic
i’m tryna pass the ball, you playin’ games like john madden
his baby goin’ crazy, know that make my pops happy
never gave a f+ck, nine times out of ten, b+tch, i’m laughin’
i might smile a lot, but i ain’t never played with no n+gga
in the stu’ sick as f+ck, my nose sniffin’
back then, they ain’t believe me, so i had to show n+ggas
now these n+ggas think i’m prolific like i know nipsey
thinkin’ lil nevergreen the hood, man, not the exact block
they grew up in flat rock, we grew up with crack rock
i ain’t finna love at home with the school and act out
used to wish that i could vent, now that’s what i rap ’bout (no cap, n+gga)

[outro]
you ever been hurt, n+gga? f+ck bein’ broke, n+gga
you ever been hurt, n+gga? just hurt?
feel me?
had n0body to talk to, n0body to vent to, n+gga, i went to the mic
f+ck the rules
doin’ everything i wish i could, n+gga
n+gga, everything you thought i wouldn’t
1up sh+t

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