Sick Em

[Verse 1: Kid Ink] Okay, wake up in the morning Break a swisher Turn to a model like Eva Pigford Hop up out the bed in the Gucci slippers Tell MTV I'm a made nigga With all this dirty money, need a maid nigga If you think you a beast, my cage bigger True I see food, sick has checked out the ICU If you look into my eyes, red like T2 I'm about to shut it down, tell them niggas reboot Baby I could spend it all, it ain't shit to recoupe In the building throwing money off the roof like juice Everyday's Christmas, you feel the presents I get right inside the building like it's September 11th Raise a glass for the fallen, hope they get the message Ill said sick 'em, I told him get a medic [Chorus] I took a look inside the mirror, mirror on the wall This is what it saw, I'm the sickest of 'em all I'm the sickest of 'em all, you ain't sick at all 'Bout to turn into a beast, gon' sick 'em dog Gon' sick 'em dog, I'mma get 'em all I said I be getting off 'out to turn into a beast Gon' sick 'em dog [Verse 2: Cory Gunz] Yeah, I am at all the sickest one, I live this rap shit like this gat shit Women you would know the Gun, by high school I was so gone so drawn by the battle I would get a pass, spit a punch little line, let a little lunch fly get to class Now there's no more of that, just me how I shoulda done right Ink said Hell no Gunz, what why? What I ain't tatted enough to be on Alumni? Catch the same body, with the same shotty, the same side of me, tears tatted under the same eye I go hard like I'm playing for the game, I know y'all niggas want to get in but you can't try Cause they got so many rich niggas in this Militia, that I could talk about a killer like I can't die K I, if they gon' peep tell 'em peep up, bling But even with my upkeep, they couldn't keep up To think all that talking ain't dig a sinking ship Niggas leaking Militia more than a sink'll drip But I don't think of shit, I'm learning at this war Sometimes you gotta leave the bag burning at the door Cause now the joke is on you niggas, tryna kick the fire Cause now it's Cash Money and they all as sick as I am [Chorus] [Verse 3: Gudda Gudda] Money talks nigga, so what the fuck you saying? Put up or shut up, if you ain't paying, you ain't playing 10 toes down I'm on my feet 7 thou a show, 7 shows in the week I ain't stupid rich but I'm hella comfy Getting money, 100 thousand in the Louis duffy Together we live, divided we die Young Money, fly team boy we live in the sky My daddy said before he died, look a man in his eye Read 'em like a book, you can tell the truth from a lie Promised my mamma she'll be riding in the coupe 'fore I die And my flow gon get us everything we wanted no lie Fuck it I'm itching for the limelight And they say Gudda you should wait until the times right And I'm like nah nigga, I want it now, I want it now I'm not waiting Cause the flow blazing and I'm hot like Satan so [Chorus]