Sick

I pray that when I die I wake somewhere in Paradise I got a question tell me do you believe in after life Spread the truth everywhere some like a satellite Can't even eat you know f*ck niggas spoil my appetite Man f*ck, you niggas really make me sick Got your hand out like I owed you, you niggas ain't gave me shit Man f*ck, you niggas really make me sick Hanging round you niggas wasn't gone never make me rich I ain't do none but keep it trill they labeled me as a scandalous man F*ck it, up it on the whole table when you gambling for them bands Just a precaution let me gone head & scramble in advance He ain't walking like he talking don't need the blammer for his ass Hell nall I won't need that there Them boys strip you on the day shift they'll leave you bare Damn shame when I looked at you I foreseen a square Once a duck always a duck you gone need a new career Can't take the heat, stay out the kitchen this bitch get hot hot hot Them other niggas fled after the temp changed but nall not I Gots to know I'm going straight up top on some shit like Chris Bosh The crib or the coupe first I can't decide on which 1 I'm in this mf with (Busy B On The Beat) He get me out my element Pretty soon you'll see me on your Samsung or your Element I told you way too many times it was starting to get repetitive Now I'm at the point you can't hit me directly for my scheduling All the real niggas love when Geech talk like this It turnt me up no turning off I'm deleting the fucking off switch Ain't no more chances no forgiving you repeatedly switched You don't get no fucking escort leave immediately bitch I pray that when I die I wake somewhere in Paradise I got a question tell me do you believe in after life Spread the truth everywhere some like a satellite Can't even eat you know f*ck niggas spoil my appetite Man f*ck, you niggas really make me sick Got your hand out like I owed you, you niggas ain't gave me shit Man f*ck, you niggas really make me sick Hanging round you niggas wasn't gone never make me rich