[Chrous]
I'm so sick of y'all
Tryna give me advice
I'm so sick of y'all
Always thinkin' you right
I'm so sick of y'all
I'll expose when I write
Uh, damn, I guess we different types
I'm so sick of y'all
Tryna give me advice
I'm so sick of y'all
Always thinkin' you right
I'm so sick of y'all
I'll expose when I write
Uh, damn, I guess we different types

[Verse 1]
I'm so sick of y'all,it's so apparent no one want's to work
Apparently your parents didn't parent you at birth
Everybody want money, but nobody wanna grind for it
Tellin' me I should watch out but I don't got that kinda time for it
I'm (Uh) Gawne with it, sub to me cause I'm dominant
I'm bomb with it, so dominant, too Savage, Samad with it
And that's compliments, not a diss
But all the fans gonna run with that
Can't set the beef if I set it straight it
I'm here now, better run it back
Press and play
Tryna get some more press in place
Poppin' pills on depressin' days
Just so y'all get a better CHVSE
And a better place and a better scheme
Yellin' "fuck sleep, gotta get a dream"
Last girl always said I'm mean but I'm nice with it
The fuck you mean?
Heh, what the fuck you mean?
Built it up with my fuckin' team
Did drugs but I'm comin' clean
Like I rub my dick with a tub of bleach
Underneath, couple feet
In the ice but I come with heat
Competetion like a bad bitch
Cause I'm on top and they underneath
[Chrous]
I'm so sick of y'all
Tryna give me advice
I'm so sick of y'all
Always thinkin' you right
I'm so sick of y'all
I'll expose when I write
Uh, damn, I guess we different types
I'm so sick of y'all
Tryna give me advice
I'm so sick of y'all
Always thinkin' you right
I'm so sick of y'all
I'll expose when I write
Uh, damn, I guess we different types


[Verse 2]
I'm sick of y'all but never act like it
Y'all way too soft, I give you criticism and you brush it off
That's hate
Said that I'm fake
Guess improvement ain't what you want
You'd rather have a bunch of yes men that'll tell you every track hot
Wether that heat, out of my way, get in my cane, sit in my seat
Hidin' the fact that your raps so trash so you spit it with speed
Cause you understand zero fans gonna understand
So you under minin' for another plan and take advantage of for another gram'
And I'm tired of y'all
Dissin' Luke in his kinda songs
Do the dope and you try to rob
Him of props cause I file him off
And the Fantano fans sat to ride along
Scru and VI put the fire on
"Gawne took the L"
That shit is bias cause if I did it, then you'd buy the song
I spit this shit with this flow
Y'all would say "it's sick bro"
I won't turn my back on homie just so I can get some quick dough
Everybody flip though
My loyalty official to my homies, talkin' Luke, PFV and Mr. Crypt tho
[Chrous]
I'm so sick of y'all
Tryna give me advice
I'm so sick of y'all
Always thinkin' you right
I'm so sick of y'all
I'll expose when I write
Uh, damn, I guess we different types
I'm so sick of y'all
Tryna give me advice
I'm so sick of y'all
Always thinkin' you right
I'm so sick of y'all
I'll expose when I write
Uh, damn, I guess we different types