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作曲 : Kargo

编曲 : Kargo

The instamatic focal point bringin' damage to your borough (Uh-huh)

Be some brothers from the East with them beats that be thorough

Got the solar gravitation, so I'm bound to pull it

I gets down like brothers are found duckin' from bullets (Word)

Gun control means usin' both hands in my land (Yeah)

Where it's all about the cautious livin' (Uh-huh)

Migratin' to a higher form of consequence

Compliments of strugglin' that shouldn't be notable

Man, every word I say should be a Hip-Hop Quotable

Coi Leray 'Players' (Live Performance) | Open Mic

I'm sick of bitches shakin' asses

I'm sick of talkin' 'bout blunts, sick of Versace glasses

Sick of slang, sick of half-ass awards shows

Sick of name-brand clothes (Word)

Sick of R&B bitches over bullshit tracks (Heard)

Cocaine and crack, which brings sickness to blacks

Sick of swoll'-head rappers with their sickenin' raps

Clappers of gats, makin' the whole sick world collapse

The facts are gettin' sicker—even sicker, perhaps (Sicker, perhaps)

I Stickabush to make a bundle to escape this synapse