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[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 [Hook 2x] [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 [Hook 2x]
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