[Intro]
(Pikachu I choose you)
It's J-T-K-I-Double D
Uh, and--
Young Dinero on the track bitch, ya
[Hook: JT Kidd]
Through the rubble and the smoke, I’m standing in the fire
Do what you love, they don’t a damn if you bleed or crying
In this life, I could give a fuck if I’m admired
Cause I’m so tired of being sick and so damn sick of being tired
[Verse 1: JT Kidd]
I could cry and it make me sick
In my mind nothing but crazy shit
You would thrive off nothing but laziness
This my life, motherfucker I was made for this
So stay the fuck out my lane
You beneath me, we not the same
All of you lame
But the fact you think you’re better or my equal drive me insane
This is so sickening
I’m so different then
All of these peasants
I don’t mention them
But the fact that y’all do, that makes me sick
If you ain’t IVIyth, ain’t Chivo, ain’t Kidd, you a bitch
[Hook: JT Kidd]
Fought lots of battles, wasn’t many by my side
Standing victorious there was only me and God
But for a while, it seems like I was the abandoned child
I’m sick and I’m tired
I’m sick and I’m tired
Oh my gah
Through the rubble and the smoke, I’m standing in the fire
Do what I love, they don’t a damn if you bleed or crying
In this life, I could give a fuck if I’m admired
Cause I’m so tired of being sick and so damn sick of being tired
[Verse 2: JT Kidd]
I could die, you wouldn’t give a shit
You would just act a lil different
When I was living you wouldn’t listen bitch
Fuck that shit, I’m so sick of it
Put a clip, and start ripping it
Only question is who is next
Who will these bullets get
I don’t know, cause right now it feels like I’m on a movie set
I was too depressed
Then too damn stressed
Trying to help others over foolish shit
Now that you got my wasted time to the neck
Always remember that you in debt
Cause you the mess, don’t forget that shit
Enjoy it now cause this is it
Might as well suck this dick
When it comes to success that’s the closet you’ll ever get to it
[Verse 3: Chivo]
I’m back wit a vengeance
Only difference is now
Bitch I’m coming wit lyrics
No more violence no more trippin
Doin shit right take a look at my vision
Know I’ve been distant, sick of the games
Sick of the fakes and I’m sick of the hate
Y’all All on my dick showin love to my face
Then get behind my back throwin dirt on my name
Mane it makes me sick, tryna play me bitch
Keep my name in ya mouth shit it makes me rich
Had to hop on a track wit JT Kidd
And I’m coming wit the same group I came in wit
You got a baby dick, shit that’s prolly why you mad
And ya bitch like my tracks I should prolly feel bad
But I’m tryna buy my momma all the shit we never had
Shit I’m cool wit the hate, adding money to my bag
Ahhh I was trappin outta Walmart
No money we was all starved
I’ll pull ya card like it’s hallmark
I’m finna knock it out the ball park
Ain’t nobody outchea really fuckin wit the goat
And ya having trouble breathing wit my dick inside ya throat
This the Realest shit I wrote, you should prolly take notes
Shit my words are weapons you don’t really want smoke
[Verse 4: JT Kidd]
I’m so fucking tired yo
I’m about to go psycho
Search for any rivals
Side note, they might choke
Cause I’m about to hang em with a tight rope
Nobody is gonna put a noose around my throat
Cause I am a survivor
Wait no I’m a fighter
Used to be a lover, but y’all fueling the fire
They’ll never be a crime scene, cause you’ll never find them
What a shame, that would’ve been something to admire
I'm sick of being tired
About to start a riot
Run in with the chopper, I’m about to fire it
Beat em black and blue, bumble gum that they chew, they looking at you, violet you’re turning violet
Then they’ll call me violent
I’ll never deny it
You love getting high, well I’ll send you higher
Time to mummify ya
When you get there say hiya to the messiah
And tell em I’m tired
They’ll probably ignore ya
Well then I’m sending more up
Have no needs for guns
Cause I’m meta human
They think I’m a delusion
Kinda like that last rhyme scheme I was just using
I know it is confusing
I know it’s kinda tricky
I notice you don’t get me
And don’t hand me your shoes, they’ll never fit me
I guess you can say that I got big feet
I’m at the core of the earth and they’ll still tell me to dig deep
So how about I dig deep into the darkest part of my mind, bitch
Where I do what I outta do, and I disembody you, and your body ooh, they will never find it
It’ll be tragic
But I’ll be laughing
No longer 21 but still I’m a savage
You wanna see magic
I’ll make you disappear when I reach where my strap is
And let you have it
I let it blast
Let’s get on yo ass
Why y’all be talking that shit but you trash?
All of you be talking getting a bag
And really it’s sad
Cause passion and drive is what you don’t have
Get a little talent but then you get gassed
Fail and give up and then put on your mask
Then defeated go back to your 9-5 doing anything that they ask
I’ll be damned if that’s me
You gotta catch me, cause that shit is weak
Scraping, surviving, paycheck bi-weekly
Obviously these people lost their minds by the way that they try to treat me
Uh, I should fucking slap a bitch
Call me the opposite of a pacifist
In my face yelling when you don’t know the half of it
Doesn’t mean you really about that action bitch
