Sick as fuck

Maybe just

Just a little bit twisted

Lightin up

Make a buck

Don't blink or you'll miss it

Make your money flex your checks im always up on what is next

You got your bling your got your things and you uh fighter in the ring

Im on the back end they askin me what happened these hood rats look confused cause I aint out here straight up yappin

In my pen as I write rap im out in white down to my cap use them words escape the trap

Take em on a lyric trip this beat is hard i hear it sick

Sick as fuck

Maybe just

Just a little bit twisted

Lightin up

Make a buck

Don't blink or you'll miss it

Peace in my soul but ill do it if you test me

Rude but im next i wont stop if you let me

Hittin every wave like im pro on a jet ski

Ooo ey tell me about it and let's talk about it i don't want to hear it and i don't want to doubt it

I be movin thru life just protecting my soul

Yet my heart is the thing that I need to control and im loving this shit and its making me whole

Im packing a peice and watching the least

And im runnin it up with that man hes a beast

A viking at heart and im in at the feast

Got the horns on my hat and im riding straight east

Let me tell you that im not a fan of the shit

Looking foward to some peace and im planning to sit

And ill flip like a dime wolverine and its fit

Sick as fuck

Maybe just

Just a little bit twisted

Lightin up

Make a buck

Don't blink or you'll miss it