You make me wanna fucking throw up
You make me sick
You make me sick
You make me sick (What)
You make me sick
Sick, sick, sick, sick
You make me sick
Aye
You must of thought I've forgotten
I've been the demon you're talking to
Better be moving with caution
I'm still deciding who lost it yeah
Enemies sick and I'm sticking my foot down
Not foolish enough to decide when I'm lowest
Always subliminal
I turn his head to invert
Ah
Shut your fucking mouth
Leave you in peace
Think I figured bullshit
Imma pick it up and win
Never relax and focus
And trying for greed
Let them all fall with the place
Ah
Let them roll and then rot
They don't fucking deserve it
You make me sick
You make me sick
You make me sick
You make me sick
You make me sick (What)
You make me sick
Sick, sick, sick, sick
You make me sick
You make me sick
You make me sick
You make me sick
You make me sick
You make me sick (What)
You make me sick
Sick, sick, sick, sick
Livin' in my life
I got demons in my mind
Most you niggas lack a spine
Lit them feelings, they ignite
I see the weapon that kills
Money is part of my fuels
I live my gin life
From those that hold my dues
For my eyes
Thank you for drowning the bills
Like I made them perceive
That they're catching my pro nigga
Feeling no pressure
I'll just dive on this jet
I ain't rocking no ice
I go step on the plan
Really here for the long run
Niggas never sit still
I'm just speeding cause I want more
I'm on my own
You make me sick
You make me sick
You make me sick
You make me sick (Why)
You make me sick
Sick, Sick, Sick, Sick
Sick
Sick, Sick, Sick, Sick
You make me sick
You make me sick
You make me sick
You make me sick
You make me sick (What)
You make me sick
Sick, sick, sick, sick
Sick
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