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sik world - drake - pop style (sik world remix) lyrics

[verse 1: sik world]
i am the greatest, i don’t want to discuss it, debate it
i take any beat that i’m given and blaze it, i work the clock won’t stop until i get famous, a dream is a dream till you wake up and chase it, i’m great and your basic, when it comes to my face, you never will say sh-t, so why even say it?

hah, beats me

your girl tryna f-ck me on snapchat, but she screenshot, so i dash that, like instagram, i wanna double tap that, but she so sketch, so her boyfriend can have that, still standin’ shirt, gotta match it with the black pants, speaking of that, i just dropped a new snapback, you should go and grab that, in high school they said that i can’t rap, now that i’m bustin’, i got the last laugh, hah

i swear you don’t want to go and get me started, no album or mixtape oh i have never started

but the second i drop it, i call on my fans, cause i know that they’ll copy it, give me a beat, and get demolished, get flipped like an omelette, call it breakfast bars, and i’m starvin’, always put the work in, you rappers just callin’, never take a day off till you can afford it, i can’t, so i’m in the lab room recordin’, i stop until i hit the forms, it sucks when you cannot afford sh-t, so now i am hustlin’ for this, like i envision, i stick to my vision, why would you ignore it? what would you do for this? nothin’
you’re lame and you’re lazy, you’re lifestyle is damagin’, i would hate being you, i couldn’t imagine it, you and your whole crew are staggin’ it, you toppin’ me? there’s no way that that’s happenin’, i’m not gonna be another rapper that is stuck in the trenches, watchin’ rappers play the game, while i wish on the benches, f-ck that sh-t, they know that i came to get it
so no way i’m slept on, wake the f-ck up, reppin’ arizona, gotta get my buzz up, half of you radio rappers, see you suck nuts, it doomsday for the day that i come up

step aside for me, i’m the guy you hate, but you cannot ignore me, i’m sorry, not sorry, i’m feelin’ myself, cause everybody bores me, nothin’ you do is impressive and you’re corny, you and every artist, you share the same story, i phone them to wreck ’em, haters call it mory, when i’m on the cipher, its bound to get gory, your girlfriend is whory

god

i am so nasty, i’m ready to read these comparisons, i body every rapper you compare me with, this is me kickin’ the lazy flow, imagine if i got amped up, that would be scary sh-t, i’m talkin’ ’bout call the cops, or somebody go bury him, i’m havin’ fun, do not take me serious…but i will still go furious

i’m a little bit sicker, a little bit quicker, ima serial k!ller, a lyrical thriller, a versatile deliverer, ima do whatever i gotta do to prove to you dudes that i’m iller

i will eat you for dinner, so f-ck if you’re bitter, you little punks still in the quiver, you lucky here you even consider to spitter, the second you step in my way, you feel the wrath like god on a sinner

i’m a deli chemical mixer, every remix that i drop, you know it’s gonna be k!lla, when it drops, i trap souls like bryson tiller, give ’em the jitters, he could run, but i promise i’ll get cha
and honesty what the f-ck is witcher, i gotta couple problems, and my councilor look at ’em, to fix ’em, so i’m a take my anger out on you, i cut like a splinter, the second i pin ’em, i ill ’em and i promise i’ll diss ’em

d-mn, i guess i could rap

- sik world lyrics

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