[Intro: Sicx]
Yeah.. luchini, Swartzanigga, haha
That's why you gonna die
C.O.S., Northgate, my nigga Fig, Tall Cann G, Capone
I'm that nigga Sicx
[Verse 1: Sicx]
Ain't nathin funny about this money I'm tryin to make, straight broke
So everything I take serious cause 4-25 ain't no fuckin joke
An everyday struggle, puttin down this hustle's harder that it looks
But the mo' dirt, that I do the mo' these niggas hooked on bein a crook
Skrillas my major concern I'm burnin just to get a sniff
Of that scratch, but the catcher can't see me so I'll be ski'n
With my mask on; ski money gets my blast on, in a major way
So my paper stays stacked, way back behind some boxes
In that (?) wait that nigga in Killa Cali stay real
Automatically kill, without no feelings still gets dirty
Then I'm that-a-way, clockin mo' luchi than John Belushi
Made from +Blues Brothers+ so choose your mother's funeral dress
Then feel my Smif & Wes, shiftin through you vest, rippin up your chest
Pickin up the rest cause when I does my dirt won't leave a mess
All by my lonesome most of them (??)
Blocks stay hot like rock spots, with one-time posin on each block
I want G-knots, so I eavesdrops, on C-spots
Then I'm out with 5-0 never knowin about my caper
At home countin up that paper
Can't wait to, go robbin through your hood
Mr. Invisible's only concern is, to get his
When I get caught with them residuals nigga
Yeah.. luchini, Swartzanigga, haha
That's why you gonna die
C.O.S., Northgate, my nigga Fig, Tall Cann G, Capone
I'm that nigga Sicx
[Verse 1: Sicx]
Ain't nathin funny about this money I'm tryin to make, straight broke
So everything I take serious cause 4-25 ain't no fuckin joke
An everyday struggle, puttin down this hustle's harder that it looks
But the mo' dirt, that I do the mo' these niggas hooked on bein a crook
Skrillas my major concern I'm burnin just to get a sniff
Of that scratch, but the catcher can't see me so I'll be ski'n
With my mask on; ski money gets my blast on, in a major way
So my paper stays stacked, way back behind some boxes
In that (?) wait that nigga in Killa Cali stay real
Automatically kill, without no feelings still gets dirty
Then I'm that-a-way, clockin mo' luchi than John Belushi
Made from +Blues Brothers+ so choose your mother's funeral dress
Then feel my Smif & Wes, shiftin through you vest, rippin up your chest
Pickin up the rest cause when I does my dirt won't leave a mess
All by my lonesome most of them (??)
Blocks stay hot like rock spots, with one-time posin on each block
I want G-knots, so I eavesdrops, on C-spots
Then I'm out with 5-0 never knowin about my caper
At home countin up that paper
Can't wait to, go robbin through your hood
Mr. Invisible's only concern is, to get his
When I get caught with them residuals nigga
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