Sick_of_Him

Killin' it
I got lots of money on my mind and i be feelin' it
(feeling it, killing it)
Sick of him
Wonder if he got it, if he don't then i'm deceiving him
Cleaning out his closet
If it's empty i'm destilling him
Running far for money when it count then he be stealing it
He got nothing more to live for so don't test his
Patience
Represent your set and we will leave your body vacant
Sacrifice my soul got nothing more to give to satan
Erase him, i'll end it right before my life get's taken
Got a bad lil shorty she be waiting
Don't get it twisted
I'm sick of commissions
My hours i'm working are missing
Got couple of screws that are loose
Triple six on my boot i've been marked by the loot
Got an EX on my map and i burn it
Fucking my bitch 'til she bust and you heard it
Innocent chick 'til i get there and turned her
She pushing it back and i'm breaking her back
I'm committing a murder
Come in the dark
Only bullets for a nark
I'm so smart like tony stark
Making music call it art
I'm Bob Ross with the pencil
Never needing me a stencil
Went from hands to my utensils
I will capture all this glory 'til i'm
Sick of him
Wonder if he got it, if he don't then i'm deceiving him
Cleaning out his closet
If it's empty i'm destilling him
Running far for money when it count then he be stealing it
He got nothing more to live for so don't test his
(patience)