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slim. (tooslim) - sicko lyrics

intro
slim, aye

verse 1
in a land where everybody doubted me
i started rapping and they said i was a wannabe
i put slim season out and it’s a jubilee
i’m out here rocking with my jeep like it’s a cherokee
i got the same brothers i was rocking with forever
and it don’t matter where we at you know that we together
you cross one you get the lefty like i’m i’m mayweather
i’m always hot, never cold, like it’s may weather
like i said befo been doing this since i was young
you know i like to flow i made these lyrics just for fun
i almost fell off and niggas thought that i was done
but i got my shit together fuck nigga you better run
i’m coming at the neck of everybody in the game
and don’t let me get a clear shot cause i got perfect aim
found yo career laying dead in the street
so you know i did my job now the deed is complete
i’ll hop on a track and i k!ll it in a heart beat
you try to match my vibe and now you mincemeat
lyrics make you trim down like some buckwheat
feeling cray like i’m braze daughter car seat

chorus
these niggas call me a sicko cause i ain’t givin’ up
they been sleepin for the longest now they wakin’ up
i took the cup from the chosen one nigga bottoms up
they say i’m talking too reckless but ion give a fuck

verse 2
i get sick to my stomach when niggas try to cross me
main goal to have my parents waking up to palm trees
the mic is 500 degrees
don’t forget about the little people, no guarantees
man who knows how much in me i got left
i was stealing niggas shine like it’s theft
wake up every morning praying feeling blessed
it feels good when you know that you the best in the city
not the city but the state, like i’m tee with the wraith
i’ll snatch ya fuckin soul and launch it back right in ya face
like i make my own beats, you know this 10 got the b-ss
i’ll end yo career and i’m gone with no trace
man you can’t catch up like this is a foot race
man you might as well bring yo squad just in case
man reppin the 330 that’s the birthplace
man you tryna compete with me a disgrace man
“k!ll em all dead bodies in the hallway?”
done talkin shit nigga let the rhymes play
got it all lined up like a gourmet nigga?
it’s all on my plate like a buffet nigga

chorus x2

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