sxlace - SICKBOY Lyrics

Sickboy walkin' with the wrists cut up
Lighting up a blunt while I pour another cup
Pissed y'all off like I'm boutta blow up
Dance till I drop ain't no motherf*cking stop
She don't wanna talk wants my bands in her hands
And I take her on a drive get her high off of xans
I keep my circle small only ride with the fam
Out here living my dreams give a shoutout to the fans
Swinging at me bitch it's a knife to the neck
And I watch your blood drip as you drop to the deck
I'm rolling round town getting ready for a set
So take your best shot got that bulletproof vest
Take it to the top and now everybody watch
Wheels don't stop see the fakes fall off
Try to run me down watching heads get popped
Tryina act hood like y'all ain't well off
Think I give a f*ck when y'all talk shit
You talk about talent like you could make a hit
You say you got the burner but you can't hit a lick
Run my name to the grave but no sxlace don't miss
Out here flexing that piece why you tryina act hard
You sayin' I should quit nah this is my art
I'm leaving my legacy I'm playing my part
Reach for the top yeah I ain't that far
Fake it for the tape when you're really just lame
There ain't nothing to gain you're just talking to your grave
Claim to be unique when all y'all the same
Fakes play the game there ain't no sense of shame
Speaking out my mind and it's not too kind
I been calling out your lies like I'm playing I Spy
Never getting sleep I been feeling so fried
You could never work the courage just to bring back the slide
Cry on the mic watched your girl get f*cked
Screaming out my name yeah she liked it rough
Now you flex fake cash like you didn't get cucked
Cope how you want it won't change how you ducked
Rhyme on a dime yeah I do it just fine
Sxlace ain't signed I won't let the bigs buy
My career for their lineup
Never getting tied up
Rollin' like Rambo
Gonna getchu light up
Moonrise
Night drives
Night lights
Last time
Sickboy walkin' with the wrists cut up
Lighting up a blunt while I pour another cup
Pissed y'all off like I'm boutta blow up
Dance till I drop ain't no motherf*cking stop
She don't wanna talk wants my bands in her hands
And I take her on a drive get her high off of xans
I keep my circle small only ride with the fam
Out here living my dreams give a shoutout to the fans
Swinging at me bitch it's a knife to the neck
And I watch your blood drip as you drop to the deck
I'm rolling round town getting ready for a set
So take your best shot got that bulletproof vest
Take it to the top and now everybody watch
Wheels don't stop see the fakes fall off
Try to run me down watching heads get popped
Tryina act hood like y'all ain't well off