7seaz - If I lyrics

[Intro] Would you like me then? (me then, me then, me then) Would I be sick? Would I be sick? Would I be sick? [Verse 1] Man I'm new to this place, you can't Google my name What a shame for someone that puts his whole god damn life in this game Gain zero plays on the radio waves, but wait Till he rejuvenates from the discrimination No one safe when he raises a flow it'll grow a hurricane formation Boy I just grew more dangerous Eight days I ain't ate, instinct, in sync I mean I'm influenced by starvation I ain't telling you you sick boy I'm losing my patience To these gimmicky faces thinking they spitting the dopest on a daily basis When it ain't the case with eighty percent I ain't playing pretend, but I'm chasing A fairytale ending, throwing all chips in, a misfit, my shoes you can't get in Imma make it my my, no other way is sufficient Life is too short not to risk sh**, b**h Don't try to insist it isn't [Hook] If I was popping, bottles of gin Would that make me sick? Would that make me sick? If I was super, filthy rich Would like me then? Would you like me then? If I was swimming, in women And gimmicks, you'd kick it Kick it with me [Verse 2] See I am what an artist with a pencil is to the devil with his pitchfork, but I needed more for a mean tape So I cracked the programs I couldn't afford and found my own board, a cheapskate Grinding on the daily, waiting on the day we Take your head and chafe your f**ing face with the grip tape If you ain't raising, the double v's baby Get with it, my style will remain vicious You a liar if my new sh** ain't make you wanna rock like autism Get off my co*k b**hes, if you offended You too damn sensitive if you got a problem with this, woah Say my mama should've taught me manners Even as a kid I picked out the p's and q's in my alphabet soup dammit Too candid, you can't digest this sh** You need it chewed and spit to consume realness If I never pay attention to your opinions, I'll save up and make millions One day you idiots will realize what you're hearing on the radio is fiction But for now you won't feel it till I'm talking idiot, for instance [Hook] If I was popping, bottles of gin Would that make me sick? Would that make me sick? If I was super, filthy rich Would like me then? Would you like me then? If I was swimming, in women And gimmicks, you'd kick it Kick it with me [Verse 3] Man Imma be honest, (alright) I've heard your sh** but I just wasn't fond of it (what) Your sh** is so depressing, you'll never catch an audience whining, like a b**h Switch your style up a bit, make some hits like Desiigner Maybe then you'll be desired, p**y No one wants to hear you crying on how you trying to find yourself We wanna hear about smoking, sipping, and wealth Now that sh** sells, yo, that'll get you felt (what) Wait! I don't think you get it! Yo, you don't know what it's like to live without some love insight I have no shoulder for sure I can go and cry on Never take a step outside the sidewalk without someone scoffing I'M fu*kING AWKWARD! I'm locked inside a, dark cave with no torch that I can light up I've tried spreading my music through these open cuts but nobody f**s with me! I guess I must release, something real gritty Get ready, I'm bound to spread when I get itchy [Outro] Yeah, 7seaz Vulture Vision Yeah, word up "See, that last verse, that's the type of sh** I'm t-tha now th- now that right there, is the type of whiny sh**, I said, NOT to do, NOT to do"