Lyrical Breakdown of SICK, NERVOUS & BROKE! - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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You think you Complete Kurt Man Why the fuck you say that shit you say if you ain't mean it? I don't believe it She bumpin' Brent but she black as Ben Carson (yeah-yeah) Back in the bricks, I was givin' dick to all my sergeants (yeah-yeah) I know you mad 'cause your friends ain't no Gs (not at all) And we got straps as big as Dugg in my apartment (one, one) Keep it on the hip when I load the clip and blow the cartridge (bah) And aim the heat at your garments, boy What about that shit you say that year when I was broke? (yeah) And what about buyin' a ticket to get beat up at my show? (yeah, yeah) The opposition sick of me, tired, nervous, and broke (word) You bought that, I forgot but bitch, I'm never letting go I got 'em on the rope (huh?) Hit him hard, swing it left and get him gone (uh) Pick him up, dust him off, give him so more (uh) All my opps sick, tired, nervous, and broke And they still take me as some j— (man, huh?) Now, are you feelin' me, baby, or do you need it more? I kiss their faces like Casey whenever I'm in court I can't keep making fire, I never pass the torch (yeah) Lil' Bruce Wayne, I'm so special with it Beyond your reach tryna big up all these Terry McGinnis Black Canaro puttin' on a clinic (yeah) They don't know how I'm doin' it, still stuck on how I did it, weak I wish I would sidechain that kick to a beat, bitch, please That shit you need, bum Complete Hmm Why the fuck I'm still here walking 'round if you a demon? You see? (mm-mm) I don't believe it (not at all) I shoot my shit, I don't ever miss, better hit my target (yeah-yeah) And the gun load quick, I'm the wrong nigga to start with (yeah-yeah) I don't know why you hate 'Cause you don't feel safe in your own apartment? (nah) I don't know why you hate 'Cause you know you lame but know you balling? (check it out) Yeah, I see the bitch in you niggas, I know that's common (uh) The money can't change how a bitch nigga start it (check it out) End up makin' threats (yeah), start off paying homage (shocked) Caught for possession, I feel like Sarah McLachlan (brrah) Bitch, drop your nuts, I'm tired of tweetin' and talking Pretty socks, big Glocks, bitch, I'm with the nonsense, come here What about that shit you say they did when I was broke? (yeah) And what about buyin' a ticket to get beat up at my show? (yeah, yeah) The opposition sick of me, tired, nervous, and broke (word) You bought that, I forgot but bitch, I'm never letting go I got 'em on the rope (huh?) Hit him hard, swing it left and get him gone (uh) Pick him up, dust him off, give him so more (uh) All my opps sick, tired, nervous, and broke And they still take me as some j— (uh) Now, are you feelin' me baby, or do you need it more? I kiss their faces like Casey whenever I'm in court I can't keep making fire, I never pass the torch (yeah) Lil' Bruce Wayne, I'm so special with it Beyond your reach tryna big up all these Jerry McGinnis Black Canaro puttin' on a clinic (yeah) They don't know how I'm doin' it, still stuck on how I did it, weak Uh Uh -Where that go Man, that album is fire It has some whack shit on there, but man It has some shit on there that's just like, woo There's a song on there that's actually too- Really? Yeah, they had to make- fucking versions to take it off It was just like too- It just can't be stomached by the No, no, it was like the first track I was like, "Oh my God" I like it, but I was like So okay, let's do that again Yeah It's just the whole thing, so just sing with me You selfish like me It's why we get along famously It's too late for me, baby I don't wanna be sold out, baby I don't wanna be stressed out for profit I don't wanna be gone that long Okay, you'll get yours and I'll get mine You'll get yours and I'll get mine And then like You can alternate any of those, whatever you want Ok, hold on