Chris Crack - That Sick lyrics

[Verse 1: Chris Crack] Yah, We got this Yeah, We got this We ain't ask you Look, We got this Don't ask nothing Road trips no map nothing Slap dummies that ask questions that don't apply No side of my sh** been soft Come around and shut sh** down Book a show on your side of town And I cut it down Like a couple keys Deep, G's, APC Dark row had forgot about me but back to the front Never roll them just packing the blunt Three or four of those grams in it, I got this Lately dog I ain't been me Getting head behind the wheel and I can't see But I'm still drinking, on my way to this house party They saying there was free food You just hang around with them cheap dudes That ain't got sh**, or what They broke I don't care about what they know We got this Hold tight or just lock in Not responsible for loose objects and hanging limbs Can't Play a pimp Jimi Hendrix of the rap sh** I'm that sick Ebola in the cleft lip Malnutrition with a d**h grip But f** Satan f** the boys who be buck saving Too much hating You b**h like me These not Nikes That's life n***a f** Mikey They cuff nicely Straight salvage my shirt denim He better hope that the lord with him I adore women I'm still getting it Do this sh** till I'm holding bags With a bowl of cash In the deep freezer that's cold rap In the soul trap Road k** them We blow reefer like tree was saved [X 4 Outro: Chris Crack] They ask me where I'm going I tell them where I've been