young orochi - sick of it lyrics
i’m tired of having to wash dishes. i’m like f-ck a dinner plate
i’m tired of not getting any riches. i’m like why i gotta f-cking wait. (want it now.)
i’m sick of that sick of this. i’m like sick of every f-cking one. (f-ck ’em all)
i’m sick of not having any plaques. sick of the bullsh-t not having any racks. (ching.)
i’m sick of having to grind nonstop no time to relax. (no time.)
i’m sick of the monotony that’s just facts. (just facts. aye yeah, yeah. rochi)
sick of having to ride the 40 home, i see unmanned lands, left poorly grown
that’s how i was raised, being broke all i’ve ever known
i grew up round the game, but i’m trying to get out, like a young corleone
going home every day, slowing my learning
knucklehead don’t give a f-ck about what anybody say
press play, i fade away in the art of earl joey kendrick
hopefully i’ll make it big off these verses with a big chain know i penned it
(aye)
maybe i’ll get produced by dre
f-ck it i open my eyes it’s the same stuggle right fae?
running my sins up, keep that chin up nana always say
i’m not trying to do evil
i’m trying to make a move even if it ain’t legal.(not legal)
on my bugsy siegel
even still my goal make blue bills
maybe even get a couple paid
government didn’t pay for sh-t when the mistook my house for the one they was gonna raid
i wake up trapped in a never-ending cycle
i never wanted this sh-t i wanted out like micheal. (uh huh)
this is tearing on me psycho
therefore i can’t think logically
i always thought my way out was sports, moving dope or winning the lottery
this music taking a lot of me. (everything)
i think now my so called homies is plotting me
maybe that’s why be stopping me
from making my meals
they wanna spend my checks on designer clothes and fake grilles. they really just mad they ain’t made deals
don’t take it the wrong way that’s just how a n-gg- feels. (huh)
sick of this sick of that
n-gg- this n-gg-s that n-gg-
got fake friends them n-gg-s rats
sick of everyone being fake
sick of everyone tryna eat off my f-cking plate aye (yuh)
i’m tired of having to wash dishes. i’m like f-ck a dinner plate
i’m tired of not getting any riches. i’m like why i gotta f-cking wait. (why i gotta wait?)
i’m sick of that sick of this. i’m like sick of every f-cking one. (f-ck ’em all)
i’m sick of not having any plaques. sick of the bullsh-t not having any racks. (ching.)
i’m sick of having to grind nonstop no time to relax. (no time.)
i’m sick of the monotony that’s just facts. (just facts.)
orochi x sity
okay
sick of these city b-tches
the “oh you too litty” b-tches
the “i want you with me” b-tches
the “please sign my t-tty” b-tches
the “why won’t you kiss me” b-tches
the “real will you miss me” b-tches
the “you never hit me” b-tches
the”d-mn you got 50 b-tches”
okay
that’s all the type of b-tches that i hate
i don’t f-ck with n-gg-s cuz n-gg-s is fake
had a couple n-gg-s take from my plate
but i wasn’t tripping man at least they ate
man at least they ate
cuz sity
your girl is a snack
well imma need that
and everything else that you paid for
the cheese, the bread, the green
i need it boy don’t you get play?
(or) or this is good enough
and i can go stuff
meaning i’m shooting at any range
hitting anything, except for myself
i’m sick of these n-gg-s claiming i’m sick
but never gone gimme a click
like n-gg- i’m just trying to rich
i promise i won’t f-ck your b-tch
okay
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