Detroit Che - Sickening lyrics

[Verse 1: Jaye Prime] I came up on that Westside, feels like I'll never leave Except for when I get high, feels like I'll never sleep I cash out on that new sh** to make myself believe: I'd pa** out if I blew this…guess that's what's true to me Arm right out the window, make sure these n***as see When tuitions on my wrist & I been thrifting through the D It gets different when your interests aren't meant for who you meet You'll be fine, just split the swisher… Til I'm paid, I'm always free Living better. Better… Until I'm paid, I'm always free You'll be fine, just split the swisher… Til I'm paid, I'm always free Don't worry bout a thing, cause you know… [Hook] My n***as & I Shut it down like it's ninety-nine Ninety-nine, oh [x2] [Verse 2: Jaye Prime] If a n***a ain't talking bout cash, he ain't talking bout sh** If a n***a ain't headed nowhere, can't hop in whip Real n***as don't play around here Know n***a got a through k's around here Shot on Chicago boulevard… n***as drop everyday round here Gucci on the wrist, tryna get it in the ‘Yota Splurge at the thrift, when a n***a get the dough, though Came with the Swäd—super packed in a four door Pay me if you wanna see a n***a at the show, though I'll never mind if you never mind me… Cause in fine getting mine, getting paid, getting high Living better. Better… So gon & split the swisher for me, baby (Don't worry bout a thing) You'll be fine, just split the swisher… Til I'm paid, I'm always free Don't worry bout a thing because… [Hook] [Bridge: Jaye Prime] Now gone & split the swisher for me, baby (For me, for me, for me) Don't worry Roll for me… (Roll) Slow for me… (Slow) Oh. For me, oh…. It's sickening [Verse 3: Detroit Che] What is life for a Queen like me? Puffing on L's while I'm sipping iced tea Sick of you n***as that's jocking our slang… Next n***as gon try to steal our steez Stupid a** n***a, you a fish outta water How the hell you gon flood somebody? Same n***a said he never was on my boat… I'm sick of nobodies tryna be somebody I hear the sh** that you mumble about… I hear the sh** that you mumble about I heard n***as say that I'm arrogant… Same lame ain't got a damn thing to be humble about That's why…Yo, I get it, I get it (I get it, I get it) I get it, I get it… They love when you nameless, but hate when you famous The feeling is sickening—I get it, I get it But I could never be a f**ing hater How the f** could that be possible when I be elevated? Motivating all these motherf**ers that's hibernation Devastated by these statements Who ain't saying we the greatest? n***a, you know like I know Mention our names & we flooding yo shows Sicker than syphilis—spitting the illest sh** Sick of you n***as who hate on my loccs Che... [Hook] [Outro] For the nine-nine (For the nine-nine) [x4]