J.R. Writer - Sick As Me lyrics

rate me

However did this track, tell him prepare a hearse

This ain’t for the average rapper that will wear a skirt

Soon as I hear it I can show you they ain’t hard to kill

You learn the lyrics then you know I spit them bars for real

They ain’t sick as me, they ain’t, they ain’t sick as me

They ain’t sick as me, they ain’t, they ain’t sick as me

Do your history, lyrically I been the G

They ain’t sick as me, they ain’t, they ain’t sick as me

And I turn into the menace with the hard punches

Them niggas thought that I was finished? Far from it

Your bitches know it’s been a total fact, my flow is lit

Lamar was done with crack until he got a hold of this

I’m from the cold strip, always brick, my code is zip

Hellest niggas on the move, tryna make them motion sick

From the never tell ‘em never, never ever, ever…

Heavy cheddar better, I might pull up like they see me

Serena with a cold, bunch of buggers in my tennis

I push it to the limit, you push it as a gimmick

Probably push around the Plymouth, keep it pushing, this is business

I’m on a cheddar chase, gonna let it escalate

You be the reason why the cops run out of yellow tape

Headed straight to the set, you know we set it straight

I take offense then I’m sending you to heaven’s gates

However did this track, tell him prepare a hearse

This ain’t for the average rapper that will wear a skirt

Soon as I hear it I can show you they ain’t hard to kill

You learn the lyrics then you know I spit them bars for real

They ain’t sick as me, they ain’t, they ain’t sick as me

They ain’t sick as me, they ain’t, they ain’t sick as me

Do your history, lyrically I been the G

They ain’t sick as me, they ain’t, they ain’t sick as me

This a victor, I laugh, tell ‘em get with me

Take his temperature and laugh, they ain’t sick as me

I go ham, beat smoking, call it hickory

Your bitch with me, she wet and I ain’t joking, slippery

History, new, new, Js on, true blue, I’m too fly, too woo

Flow crazy, coocoo

Can’t compare a rocket launcher to a tutu

I’m just too great, you’re two eight, too fool

Get with me, I’m a felon, you a misdemeanor

Saying you as sick as me, slow down on the liquor, B

Brag on, I’mma get till the cash gone

Feeling like LeBron, shooting sixty with the mask on

In your eye like a camel with the flash on

20K around my neck, I got your stash on

Tell ‘em get the tape, they don’t get enough

Well, ain’t a writer in the place who as sick as us