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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Orlando Analdo Ruiz
Songwriter
Texty
Sick N*gga!
Sick N*gga!
(Yeah)
Right?
Bout' time for a n***a to drop right
Come watch me paint my dreams
On your front screen and build a cult, right
Come watch me take the fleet up on
The lead as I proceed to flood the feeds
With governed needs
To flipping bars from flipping weed
Knock the yakub to his knees
I had to come and feed the fiends
N****s bleed recycled war
Since poppa popped his seed
You say you hot?
I'm from where n****s known to
Drop degrees and come and check
Your temperature and turn your name
Up into trees
N***a if C' say we plotting, we on it
Press a button n***a when I decide to
Crush an opponent with potents
See you found your name and
Now turned to a token
Feel like superman smoking flower
Bomb with a Lois n***a
Said I do it on my own
If they try to sell me
B*tch I'm God body
What Nip' Say? f*ck what you tell me
Had to face the world and pass
The testing for my blessings
On the chin i took my lessons
Poke my chest and ain't no stressing
My mama had to stretch it
She told me be a soldier
Get up in that booth and just get loose
And n***a you better stretch it
Last time I checked a n***a
Had dedication
Rep that growth develop
When I'm tying my blue laces
I can't help but fantasize and
Visualize about blue faces, n***a
That's why I empathize
Uncivilized from my location
Can you pitch with loaded bases
That type of pressure cutting n****s
Off the diamond
I know you don't embody God
I had to clip the fireman
Dawg, this ain't no Skittles making
Riddles off this violence
Now they at your funerals
They playing little violins
Sh*t get real vial when
The corners get to dialing
1,000 deaths they piling
Number one question
What they call you where you from
I can't help but feel chosen
B*tch I know that I'm the one, n***a
Said I do it on my own
If they try to sell me
B*tch I'm God body
What Nip' Say? f*ck what you tell me
Writer(s): Orlando Ruiz
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