Sick Cream - SLKT4

Since I ran any means, yeah

Knew people with sick cream, yeah

I knew the next will be me, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey

Long before magazines, yeah

Long before fancy things, yeah

I was just a little kid, yeah

Doing me yeah

Baby I was born a souljah

Nobody taught me shit ‘bout giving up

No one can tell me shit, I’m getting' up up up

Like it’s nothing, hey

And there’s one thing you gotta know yeah

No one can tell me that I got enough

It’s not about the money I just run, run till It’s over

Baby, baby, I just wanna say that

When you see my shit you better put it on the playback

Reminiscing ‘bout the times that you and I had way back

When I’m riding with my playaz

I can feel wind, feel it in my hands

Baby we’re the real shit from Nobody Land

See when I get there, I ain’t going back

I won’t see you, bitch I won’t see you, bitch I won’t see you

Hey

Nah nah I won’t see you, hey

Nah nah I won’t see you no more

Nah nah I won’t see you, hey

Nah nah

Cause I got a new life, ho, and you’re not invited

And I gotta move ahead, sparking up the lighter

Rolling on the indie you can call me easy rider

Rider, hey

Young homie, Young homie, Young homie

Move that dough

Put you on my line with the rest

Then I’ll fuck the world

I’ve been on the grind since the day one

Steady yelling fuck em all

Steady yelling fuck em all

Steady yelling fuck em all

Steady yelling fuck em all

Steady yelling fuck em all

Steady yelling fuck em all

Way before I’ve met cha

I already was the man you knew

Dig inside and ask the question

Tell me, who the fuck are you?

Who the fuck are you to tell me I ain’t made you this way

When you cry them rivers putting all this shit on reply

Mistakes, mistakes, yeah whatever I don’t mind

Shit is insane, shit’s fake if you ain’t talking ‘bout your life

If you ain’t talking ‘bout your life, hey

You know youse a lie

I’ll be on that ladder from the bottom

On my grind as before…

Since I ran any means, yeah

Knew people with sick cream, yeah

I knew the next will be me, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey

Long before magazines, yeah

Long before fancy things, yeah

I was just a little kid, yeah

Doing me yeah

Baby I was born a souljah

Nobody taught me shit ‘bout giving up

No one can tell me shit, I’m getting' up up up

Like it’s nothing

Nothing…

Nothing…

Nothing…

Nothing…

Nothing…

Nothing…