The Sickness

It's the rap Tommy James, back on top of things Bout to be the hottest topic on the stock exchange I'mma push a bucket, I don't wanna cop the range Biggie put it best, money make shit complicated Now I'm feeling awful jaded like I'm stuck in the mud Having dreams of nominations while I'm puffin' the bud You know the Grammys, whatever, you know I'm planning for better Settle down with a baddie and put a family together You looking too salty, let me pass you the pepper Ain't never gotta question whether Castor's a repper Spittin' raps in the mecca of Model Ts and Motown Where shit can go down with clips and fo' pounds Equipped for showdowns, Wild Wild West shit Better inspect it, the secret that's best hid Bitcoin, y'all the shittiest investments This ain't ya cup of tea? Listen to XXXTentacion Yeah I'm living with the sickness I'll chop ya up with the quickness Yeah I'm living with the sickness Beating on em like I'm Marv Marinovich You always been a bitch, yo cars is rented bitch I'm often with the shits like toilet bowls Yeah I got that royal flow, plans I'm bout to foil those Gentleman with chivalry but never spoil hoes Ms. Pac-Man they eat me up insert them coins and go, shit They bow at my feet like I was anointed Pope F*ck your advice, I don't need no pointers, bro Kicking funky shit up in the snake pit We make hits, still the shit they bump is basic Minus twenty outside, I call it Day 6 I stay lit, always puffin on that great piff Face lifts and teeth grinding, bitch we be wyling Since they can't out rap me, wanna be violent Eating chilli, sipping Bud Light and free styling Bars you gotta hear twice, go back and rewind it Yeah I'm living with the sickness I'll chop ya up with the quickness Yeah I'm living with the sickness