Real Sick

Real sick, real sick
Real sick, real sick
Real sick, phenomenal
Real sick, phenomenal

Real sick, real sick
Real sick, real sick
Real sick, phenomenal
Real sick

I got these hoes real sick
We have to cut you now
Married to the game
We don’t do dates
We could,but I got to watch my weight
I treat the track like a bad pen
I have ill thoughts
And I got that old money
From london to italy
Romania to france
I’m different at status
Check the passport stamp
Somebody call the paramedics

I got these hoes real sick
Cause the flow real sick
They have to show real sick
The adds real sick
And the pussy, phenomenal
Real sick, real sick
The adds real sick
And the pussy, phenomenal
Real sick, real sick

No fake shit, permanent realness
The minute that you feel this
This is terminal illness
Incurable, they ain’t able to heal this
All I ever tried to do was give you the real kiss
Let it off, then we flee in the scene
They see us, they heard that it was me and the queen
I got this town fortune on it and she’s my queen
All I see is the cream
Ain’t worth countin’

House on the mountain, v12 on the property
I got a big cup full of drink
Big dodge full of broccoli
They can’t torn the track
No penicillin, no antibiotics
It’s the perm ways
A little something inside it
You’re sicker than than the average

And you know I’m real sick
And you got them real sick
Yeah you got them real sick
And they ain’t got real sick
I’ve been real sick
Since my boss is phenomenal
Real sick
Yeah nothing like you
I’m phenomenal

And you know I’m real sick
And you got them real sick
Yeah you got them real sick
And they ain’t got real sick
I’ve been real sick
Since my boss is phenomenal