[Hook]
Push push push push push push push push
Push push push push push push push push

[Verse 1: SicksentZ]
Follow a nigga on a mood past crazy
I've been so out of control with this whole rap thing, b
Lately, I need sleep, juggle a couple words on a blank sheet
At least half of these niggas covered up on blank sheets
Witnesses can't breathe, ambulance visits to lift the kid
From the damn scene, I'm going at half speed
Imagine if I'm feeling ill enough to move fast, please
I'm finna do rap speed, dilemma
The coldest motherfucker from december to december
Fuck a diss record, I dismember, then spit better
Sick clever, the big measure, your chick rests up
And let me in though I just met her
Just a symptom of the sick I suppose, get sweater
These niggas is sniff fools, I spit influenza
People get this shit up in their head, non-puss
Then put my back to the edge, and I reverse then push...

[Hook 2x]

[Verse 2: SicksentZ]
I heard 'em say I'm an ill motherfucker, verbatim
Can't blame 'em, I'm candid, magic and verb clean
Casin' and burn chasin' and my heart beat
Please forgive him he's cocky
My opinion on lock is these motherfuckers is sloppy
Get a little bit of dough and sell their dope for a shot
At a lot, it's just not me, none of me or my posse
EXquire whatup? a dutch piece in the army
It appease y'all, I have some shit to address
I want green, it's the apocalypse on weed
It's New York on E, and I'm gassin' 'em, rightfully so
Cause I'm out to light the match and blow them out of this cold
Y'all argue 'bout who's the king I prove a lot to them folks
About on the throne, devoured, I smile in my zone
If the reign be filled with ziplocs of kush
Plastic cups in the air, homie I'm from the streets where they

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[Verse 3: Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire]
This last 6 months have been hell
Swash, swallow, 6 different pills but still
I didn't die just made me yawn
Typical, habitual fuck up
Couldn't even get killin' myself right
Damn it my life sucks
Missing a couple spaceless rockets
Dead set on connecting the mission with the profit
Two scoops American Gladiator
Arrest the eliminator
I guarantee I front for that little paper
These bitch niggas give 'em the vapors
They ain't nice, they just dressed like Kanye and sick stuff
While I remain the X factor
Riding pipe and they live
Starin' through the straight sunglasses
Since niggas aliens, I beat Galactus, wreak some havoc
Eat they planet, because I'm famished
The ladder of success is piled up with push
I go around and decided that bitch and I...and I

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