Sick Of It

Blade all on my wrist can't feel shit I'm just sick of it Diamonds on my wrist can't feel shit I'm just sick of it Blunt up in my lungs can't feel shit I'm just sick of it Scars all on my face can't feel shit I'm just sick of it Y'all talking big talk I don't got time to talk love the way that she walks I'm pretty sure that I'm on top bow to your master This a different chapter Running away while you listen to my laughter I don't got no gratitude Don't give me no attitude Slap that shit right out of you Turn you to a mystery You don't know my history Y'all think that I'm finished Imma make you all diminished Yes I know that I'm aggressive I can also be possessive Of the things that I love most Imma bout to turn a ghost Haunt you for the rest Of your life When your scared Grab a knife Pussy motherfuckers always trynna get up in my buisness Keep on testing me you'll end up with a mental illness Bitch I told you once I told you twice Take a chance just roll the dice Who's gonna make it out alive Someone's gonna die tonight Blade all on my wrist can't feel shit I'm just sick of it Diamonds on my wrist can't feel shit I'm just sick of it Blunt up in my lungs can't feel shit I'm just sick of it Scars all on my face can't feel shit I'm just sick of it