[Intro]
Uh, yeah
Aye, aye, aye
[Chorus]
A'yo I'm sick with it
Check the method, my man, I've been slick with it
Running up with my gang, see my clique with it
Keep a circle so small, you couldn't kick with it
'Cause I'm sick with it, a'yo I'm sick with it
Running the game, my man, you need to get with it
Up in my lane, my man, see how I stick with it
Check my competition see how they ain't shit with it
'Cause I'm sick with it, you know I'm...
[Verse 1]
Sick with the pen, fuck what you think
My ink spilling these words, my words never gone sink
In sync with every verse thats putting you on your knees
And find yourself in a hearse for being in harms reach
And I come in this game with full responsibility
To take over this game from all of my enemies
And make up a new wave entrusted within my team
And shake you from your dreams in midst of a new regime
Oyster Perpetual with the stones on it
So many sins, I could get stoned from them
Putting my life up in these songs
So, its only right for me that I'ma have to set the tone
I'm on a lane of my own, too set in my ways, I'm gone
Locking down all of my grounds, you couldn't break in my zone
Couldn't play in my home, couldn't portray my role
When its on then its on, I'm raising hell on my own
You know who back up in this game
Don't act like you don't got a clue
Hold it down for my town, just only me and my crew
I've been sticking to the script of scriptures, bonded like its glue
Been so sick, it's like I'm sickening the game with a flu
And whoever had doubted my name, just know you through
Y'all been meeting your ends, y'all been fed up your food
I've been making amends, I've been making anew
Make a move, I'm making two to prove that I'm ahead of you
[Chorus]
A'yo I'm sick with it
Check the method, my man, I've been slick with it
Running up with my gang, see my clique with it
Keep a circle so small, you couldn't kick with it
'Cause I'm sick with it, a'yo I'm sick with it
Running the game, my man, you need to get with it
Up in my lane, my man, see how I stick with it
Check my competition see how they ain't shit with it
'Cause I'm sick with it
[Post Chorus]
A'yo I'm sick with it
Sick it with it
Ill minded, I've been sick with it
Sick with it
[Verse 2]
A'yo, fuck all that pressure and measure up, damnit
Made the effort and took the game to another planet
It's like they see me making moves while they couldn't stand it
Like how I steady kick a rhythm like they kick a habit
Kicking back, hit a track, spit a rap down
I pick it back, then attack, lay em flat out
Your shit is wack, matter fact, what you rap bout
Is the reason why I even got the damn crown
Verbally executing my nemesis
Poor out my soul like I'm leaving no more innocence
Dudes got more games then a fucking Sega Genesis
But dudes got no game if I compare them to my genesis
Showing growth, I've been kicking them facts
I've been running the tracks, I've been running the map
I've been showing these haters the essentials that they lack
Run it back and down pat that the king is back
[Chorus]
A'yo I'm sick with it
Check the method, my man, I've been slick with it
Running up with my gang, see my clique with it
Keep a circle so small, you couldn't kick with it
'Cause I'm sick with it, a'yo I'm sick with it
Running the game, my man, you need to get with it
Up in my lane, my man, see how I stick with it
Check my competition see how they ain't shit with it
'Cause I'm sick with it
[Post Chorus]
A'yo I'm sick with it
Sick it with it
Ill minded, I've been sick with it
Sick with it
