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Sick of Me Video (MV)




Performed By: Rob Liberachi
Language: English
Length: 5:01
Written by: Robert Davis III




Rob Liberachi - Sick of Me Lyrics




What these hoes tryna get from me
Ain't no mystery I'm tryna make history
Bro a life landlord suicidal tryna beef with me
He gone put a nigga out he misery
Call my shooter Father Time
Niggas know he can turn your best life into y'all best memory
Yeah I don't talk to niggas cause I'm always on the grind you behind
I see why niggas sick of me

Yeah I got these niggas sick of me
These niggas sick of me
I need a doc because these niggas sick of me
Strapped with EpiPen's cause niggas sick of me
Yeah I got these niggas sick of me
These niggas sick of me
Yeah I got these niggas sick of me
These niggas sick of me

Money in the rubbers man I want a different lifestyle
That's why girl called my phone asking for the pipe now
Swimming in the money and the coochie think I might drown
If I try to feed you girl you better bite down
Keep cash like a thot keep a attitude
Lil nigga think it's beef like a nigga mad at you
Talking champagne bottles when you busted a cap or two
Life on the line they ain't doing what I had to do
Take my words to the heart boy it's cardiac
Hoe I'm next door cause you know where the party at
Come and see me if you bout it like a boxing match
Heard her head the wave like she coming in a stocking cap
Big nine if your face card a jack boy
Clutching on the strap smoking rappers got me paranoid
How I flex on niggas think I popped a steroid
Boy I can't lose niggas think that I'm the heir of Floyd

What these hoes tryna get from me
Ain't no mystery I'm tryna make history
Bro a life landlord suicidal tryna beef with me
He gone put a nigga out his misery
Call my shooter Father Time niggas know
He can turn your best life into y'all best memory
Yeah I don't talk to niggas cause I'm always on the grind you behind
I see why niggas sick of me

Yeah I got these niggas sick of me
These niggas sick of me
I need a doc because these niggas sick of me
Strapped with EpiPen's cause niggas sick of me
Yeah I got these niggas sick of me
These niggas sick of me
Yeah I got these niggas sick of me
These niggas sick of me

Every time I'm out I keep watch like Patek
Keep a gun on me for the jewels I protect
I done almost took it there just for my respect
Suit up when I send them mob ties at your neck
See the money in my eyes niggas call it cheese cataracts
Tryna reach the top asking God where the ladder at
Boy I used to flash every time that a camera snapped
Running through blue money niggas thinking Barry Sanders back
Boy I used to ball yeah back when I was knee high
My shooter on my side like it graduated Lehigh
Chinks in my armor got these thotties saying Ni Hao
I wonder how Hov found the honey in the beehive
How come all these old niggas living in my young nigga world
Tryna come for me nigga come get ya girl
Passed her my balls like she running a curl
Me and money go together like a nut and a squirrel

What these hoes tryna get from me
Ain't no mystery I'm tryna make history
Bro a life landlord suicidal tryna beef with me
He gone put a nigga out his misery
Call my shooter Father Time niggas know
He can turn your best life into y'all best memory
Yeah I don't talk to niggas cause I'm always on the grind you behind
I see why niggas sick of me

Yeah I got these niggas sick of me
These niggas sick of me
I need a doc because these niggas sick of me
Strapped with EpiPen's cause niggas sick of me
Yeah I got these niggas sick of me
These niggas sick of me
Yeah I got these niggas sick of me
These niggas sick of me

When I did crime I ain't need no accomplice
Eat from different circles I'm the real Pizza Papalis
Mama had two capes that's because I was papa less
Plus it was another bird hatching in my mama nest
Doing music life hit me with a lot of stress
Brothers got shot one died bullet got his chest
So I gotta make it while these other niggas tryna rest
High school Lebron showing pro niggas I'm the best
Boy I flip the script like I sold a pill bottle
Yeah she your love I don't care how you feel bout her
Blew me like a trump it like I was the real Donald
Put my unborns in her mouth and she still swallow
On the beat man I'm gonna snap
4 A.M. making beats I don't wanna nap
I wanna put my whole state on the map
I feel like Rose had bars before I wrote a rap
17 selling bars like a ghostwriter
22 head on fire like Ghost Rider
They want the smoke but they ain't got no lighter
My clique tied in we get can't no tighter
We a Brady bunch waiting on our time and it's near
Kept it 2k nigga this my career
Niggas switch up when that guap disappear
Getting back-stabbed made me walk with a mirror
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English

What these hoes tryna get from me
Ain't no mystery I'm tryna make history
Bro a life landlord suicidal tryna beef with me
He gone put a nigga out he misery
Call my shooter Father Time
Niggas know he can turn your best life into y'all best memory
Yeah I don't talk to niggas cause I'm always on the grind you behind
I see why niggas sick of me

Yeah I got these niggas sick of me
These niggas sick of me
I need a doc because these niggas sick of me
Strapped with EpiPen's cause niggas sick of me
Yeah I got these niggas sick of me
These niggas sick of me
Yeah I got these niggas sick of me
These niggas sick of me

Money in the rubbers man I want a different lifestyle
That's why girl called my phone asking for the pipe now
Swimming in the money and the coochie think I might drown
If I try to feed you girl you better bite down
Keep cash like a thot keep a attitude
Lil nigga think it's beef like a nigga mad at you
Talking champagne bottles when you busted a cap or two
Life on the line they ain't doing what I had to do
Take my words to the heart boy it's cardiac
Hoe I'm next door cause you know where the party at
Come and see me if you bout it like a boxing match
Heard her head the wave like she coming in a stocking cap
Big nine if your face card a jack boy
Clutching on the strap smoking rappers got me paranoid
How I flex on niggas think I popped a steroid
Boy I can't lose niggas think that I'm the heir of Floyd

What these hoes tryna get from me
Ain't no mystery I'm tryna make history
Bro a life landlord suicidal tryna beef with me
He gone put a nigga out his misery
Call my shooter Father Time niggas know
He can turn your best life into y'all best memory
Yeah I don't talk to niggas cause I'm always on the grind you behind
I see why niggas sick of me

Yeah I got these niggas sick of me
These niggas sick of me
I need a doc because these niggas sick of me
Strapped with EpiPen's cause niggas sick of me
Yeah I got these niggas sick of me
These niggas sick of me
Yeah I got these niggas sick of me
These niggas sick of me

Every time I'm out I keep watch like Patek
Keep a gun on me for the jewels I protect
I done almost took it there just for my respect
Suit up when I send them mob ties at your neck
See the money in my eyes niggas call it cheese cataracts
Tryna reach the top asking God where the ladder at
Boy I used to flash every time that a camera snapped
Running through blue money niggas thinking Barry Sanders back
Boy I used to ball yeah back when I was knee high
My shooter on my side like it graduated Lehigh
Chinks in my armor got these thotties saying Ni Hao
I wonder how Hov found the honey in the beehive
How come all these old niggas living in my young nigga world
Tryna come for me nigga come get ya girl
Passed her my balls like she running a curl
Me and money go together like a nut and a squirrel

What these hoes tryna get from me
Ain't no mystery I'm tryna make history
Bro a life landlord suicidal tryna beef with me
He gone put a nigga out his misery
Call my shooter Father Time niggas know
He can turn your best life into y'all best memory
Yeah I don't talk to niggas cause I'm always on the grind you behind
I see why niggas sick of me

Yeah I got these niggas sick of me
These niggas sick of me
I need a doc because these niggas sick of me
Strapped with EpiPen's cause niggas sick of me
Yeah I got these niggas sick of me
These niggas sick of me
Yeah I got these niggas sick of me
These niggas sick of me

When I did crime I ain't need no accomplice
Eat from different circles I'm the real Pizza Papalis
Mama had two capes that's because I was papa less
Plus it was another bird hatching in my mama nest
Doing music life hit me with a lot of stress
Brothers got shot one died bullet got his chest
So I gotta make it while these other niggas tryna rest
High school Lebron showing pro niggas I'm the best
Boy I flip the script like I sold a pill bottle
Yeah she your love I don't care how you feel bout her
Blew me like a trump it like I was the real Donald
Put my unborns in her mouth and she still swallow
On the beat man I'm gonna snap
4 A.M. making beats I don't wanna nap
I wanna put my whole state on the map
I feel like Rose had bars before I wrote a rap
17 selling bars like a ghostwriter
22 head on fire like Ghost Rider
They want the smoke but they ain't got no lighter
My clique tied in we get can't no tighter
We a Brady bunch waiting on our time and it's near
Kept it 2k nigga this my career
Niggas switch up when that guap disappear
Getting back-stabbed made me walk with a mirror
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Writer: Robert Davis III
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