Intro:
Yeaaahhh, okay
Verse 1:
One time for my believers
Step by step, no sneakers
Got my back before I struck a fever
Now we shake them up the game in a seizure
Sick em like cowboys would do to their pray
Cept they skinnin them fools, I leave em to lay
For those witta back pack keep on your head SnapBack
You chasin cheese watch for the rat trap
Ooh sic'em, ooh sic'em, yeah are you sick of me yet
I Tell my home dogs sic'em, I'll take care of you like I am the vet
I stay on the low, while up in the clouds
Ya know I'm an artist than draws in a crowd
Listen up I'm on the mic
So let's party tonight
Ooh yeah, clap it up, for accomplishments
Like they were on the hit list and yeah I just conquered it
Ooh sic'em, slim pickins, they still pickin me
Beats are the victim, peace is the vision, you'll see
It's far in the distance, it's the peoples decision
Makin incisions, to speed up the mission I'm wishin
Hold up, see it ain't so easy
Before I die, no way even if we made a damn treaty
But a step closer to that, world please believe me
Chorus:
[Oh sick em (x4) oooohhhh, sick em ] x2
I'm tired of the people they pickin
The amount of people who ain't livin
These haters I can't forgive them
Holla at my crew, ooh sick em (x2)
Oooh sick'em mother f**er
One different mother f**er
Ima make an inference mother f**er
I'll take the thrown and win this motherf**er
Steppin on beats like I'm reppin the streets
Destined to be, the best there will be
Rep is not the focus, change is the target
We on the same page and I'll fill in the margins
I'm nobody's second, I'm comin in first
Good think I'm a blessing, bad think I'm a curse
Girls think I'm crazy, they just care about nudity
All I want is a dime piece that I know will stay true to me
Chorus:
[Oh sick em (x4) oooohhhh, sick em ] x2
I'm tired of the people they pickin
The amount of people who ain't livin
These haters I can't forgive them
Holla at my crew, ooh sick em (x2)
I'm the best of the best, the freshest of fresh
Blesser than blessed, would you expect any less
Turned dreams to reality, so I was never at rest
Maybe I'll throw my t-shirt to get some words off of my chest
Guess I'm yellin young and reckless
What great investment
And I got ya b**hes p**y, chillin on my checklist
Oooh sic'em, went and sicked that beat like a cowboy
Oooh sic'em, clap for my show while I bow boy
Outro:
While I bow boy
You just a towel boy
Haha, Matty, Sick'em
Cyeahhh