[Intro]
I'm sick and tired of bein' sick and tired
Sebz Beats
But fuck that, I'ma stay supplyin'
In my sides, man, it's ments, so the crime rate’s risin'
[Verse 1]
Mr Risk it, still risk it for a biscuit
Still with the felons like the misfits
First name Jimmy, second should be Kipling
'Cause if it ain’t about the cake, I ain’t listenin’ (No)
Come like I’m deaf
Big man but I’m still ducking from the feds
They change up the whips but I’m clocking on the reg it’s crazy
Still I’m a 90s baby, mumsy raised me
She don’t even know I’m flippin’ daily (Sorry mum)
Remember when me and shh shh had them things out and ran in? (Mazza)
Sad ting 'cah everyting got stained up Jimmy can never be no has been
Can never be anxious (Never)
Oscar always on man for a tick, I just tell him stop actin’
Trap gymnastics, cos the weight flips like Whitlock I fly straight but I ain't doin' backflips
Dingered out whips the mandem stay purging
Call bro Murray cah broski like serving (Trapper)
I stay servin’ like a barmaid (Juggin')
YB caught a ten and shit he’s only halfway (Free him)
Shh got life and he firmed it
Nobody’s perfect
I know we ain’t equal 'cause I ain’t deceitful
I can feed it in the air like seagull
Transparent, them man are see through
You been low? Dargy, me too
Now I seaweed, and shh got a fish 'cah he really does sea food (He does)
Credit on fleek, I can con if I need to, but I don’t really need to (Nope)
'Cah these birds fly, why you think Jimmy looks neat too?
Why you think that she want me dude? I’m with a few, so, Miss, bring your whole crew
[Chorus]
I'm sick and tired of bein' sick and tired
But fuck that, I'ma stay supplyin'
My G's got it 'cah the streets are fryin'
In my sides, man, it's ments, so the crime rate’s risin'
I'm sick and tired of bein' sick and tired
But fuck that, I'ma stay supplyin'
My G's got it 'cah the streets are fryin'
In my sides, man, it's ments, so the crime rate’s risin'
[Verse 2]
More time I grab an ox and I buss it
If bro got his palms on I’m sure he gon’ buss it
Now I do this rap ting they know I’m a problem (They know)
I was screamin’ fuck rap all I knew was my profit (Trust)
Doing 15 to 30 man that’s light that’s nothing (That’s light)
Everyday I’m jugging at the same time I’m thugging shh (Everyday)
Young boy wan’ grind, and I say it’s a cunch ting (Upsuh)
I grab a chefs, and get to the huntin’
What you know about laggin’ up and getting these back pains? (What you know?)
Lagged up so much my head and my hands ache
Gave a pack to a young bro make him hold like Kanté
K with the, he might slap at a man’s shh
I swear I said that already
Free my whole squad baking off watching telly (Free them up)
More time they just calling for tekky
Me I’m out the door before I even have brekky (Urgh)
My tank’s on half, and my belly’s on empty
My pockets on swole, and my P’s getting lengthy
More time man them boy just envy
Try me like Dej Loaf and shit’s getting messy (Try me)
More time doing Air Force and a trackie
If the strip looks peppered I just hop in a cabby (Quickly)
I just line four dots in an alley, tryna get my hands on more green than Mabley
Probably skrr down every backstreet straight trappy
No one in my passy (Just me)
But in the ding 6 man with them ballies
And in the trap scales, zips and baggies
And in the can is where my niggas are sittin’
Have you ever caught a case and saw the can in your vision?
If you’re not my brother then I’m keeping my distance
There’s snakes in the grass, I can hear them all hissing
[Chorus]
I'm sick and tired of bein' sick and tired
But fuck that, I'ma stay supplyin'
My G's got it 'cah the streets are fryin'
In my sides, man, it's ments, so the crime rate’s risin'
