Sick Song

Man I'm glad to be back on the mic man I know y'all can tell my nose a little stuffed up you hear me Man I ain't rap in bout' what Bout' five bout' three four days man Through the hiccups dog you hear me Can't nothin' Can't nothin' stop me I'm a wreck right now Been feeling sick bruh I ain't got no check right now And I got the hiccups I'm gon' keep sleeping on the floor Until the album done Ima' show the whole world That I'm next up I been working weekends Got to run that check up I love Jesus Tell the people bless up I been making beats and Feel like Lil Tecca I'm a Jeen-Yuhs Pull out the cameras I been sick and I been hurting but I won't let it delay me I be feeling like a burden every time my parents pay me Can't nobody see the grind I been working on the daily Only thing on my mind is the Lord and a Grammy Nose stuffed that's tough I don't believe in bad luck Time to pull my pants up You know I gotta man up You want a feature You gon' have to sign a clause like Santa Won't let the industry do me dirty like Diana I'm sorry I just went to sleep I own a hunnid percent of everything I do whatever I want on the beat I like my wings flatter than my feet I like my shoes whiter than my teeth I want a girl sweeter than a peach I want some jewelry that come with a leak I know it ain't too many men that's out working me My work ethic on a level of insanity I'm gon' accomplish all my dreams ain't no plan b It's 1:30 in the morning I don't like sleep I tell these girls I don't care if they like me But the truth is a rejection hurts deeply Tryna be brown with the ice like sweet tea I done had plenty cold nights like a teepee Soon as I hit the party I go head' and do my dance Pull up with the big ole' jacket and the flashy pants Shades on it's dark inside I'm a star so it's alright Got plenty energy inside I could party all night I just seen a pretty girl in Target and I froze But luckily it's Christmas time it's ok to be Home Alone No more problems with the ladies when I'm in that superdome The middle of the desert can't be dryer than my phone Khakis on with the big bubble coat jacket on My swagger I do not condone Gold frame glasses on They thinking I don't got it on But I know I got it on $250 on cologne She smell me like Pinocchio A dime in the Honda we been riding like a rodeo I'm straight up out of Bama though Like we can do the Dosey Doe Grew up watching Tony Rom- Thanksgiving turkey bone She treating me too nice I had to tell that girl to hold it on I spend so much time in isolation Stuck with my own thoughts and my temptations Can I be like Drake or Michael Jackson Someone Un-Break My Heart like Toni Braxton So many pretty girls that I pass on Will I ever find one better than the last one She remind me of NASCAR she a fast one I like my women slower like a golf cart She seems sweet I won't approach and break her heart I don't wanna break her down like a bad car I ain't the type to run that game like a track star I'm gon' keep grinding til' my name on the radar That was a little extra