Sick Lyrics

It's NTD

Mmm, I'm feelin' sick

I feel sick of this shit

I'm sick of these niggas, Tryna' jack my swag

I'm sick of these bitches all on me, Tryna' jack my bag

I'm sick of modern day society, I'm finna get mad

And wonder why this chip on my shoulder, I'm like my dad

I'm sick of all these bitches on my dick, Tryna' pop out

I'm sick of all these niggas talkin' shit, That they not 'bout

Talkin' that talk but can't walk that walk, We got nun' to talk 'bout

Feel like the devil is here, Say amen, God my watch out

I'm sick of these niggas, I'm sick of these bitches

Don't need no company, I'm sufficient

I don't know why they act like 'dat, Posing in pictures

I'm knowin' that they not like that, It's so malicious

On Jeezy, Why did the real ones go and the fake still here?

Can't believe it's hard to be real no more, Feel like death is near

I feel like I'm the last one left, No false persona

I feel like everything went left as I got older

My pops always told me everyone wear a mask

I ain't believe it 'till I seen that shit

Posing in pictures portrayin' a life they don't even live

Shit spreadin' like a virus, Feel like I'm gettin' sick, Just sick of this shit

I'm sick of these niggas, Tryna' jack my swag

I'm sick of these bitches all on me, Tryna' jack my bag

I'm sick of modern day society, I'm finna get mad

And wonder why this chip on my shoulder, I'm like my dad

I'm sick of all these bitches on my dick, Tryna' pop out

I'm sick of all these niggas talkin' shit, That they not 'bout

Talkin' that talk but can't walk that walk, We got nun' to talk 'bout

Feel like the devil is here, Say amen, God my watch out

Say amen, God look after me

Feel like they huntin', Feel like I'm runnin', Feel like they after me

I really wonder, "Will I ever live happily?"

Don't know why I'm in they mentions, Why is they @ me?

Why do they envy me, I'm sick of this shit

Wanna go delete my socials, Get rid of this shit

'Cause I'm really antisocial, I'm wingin' this shit

I just hope when I drop, The real gon' feel this shit

On God, Makin' music one of my biggest joys

Feel like God blessed me with a voice that needed to be heard

But the devil bless people too

Don't believe? Look at what the industry do, Promotin' images over music

But through and through, Just know I keep it true, Always

I'm sick of these niggas, Tryna' jack my swag

I'm sick of these bitches all on me, Tryna' jack my bag

I'm sick of modern day society, I'm finna get mad

And wonder why this chip on my shoulder, I'm like my dad

I'm sick of all these bitches on my dick, Tryna' pop out

I'm sick of all these niggas talkin' shit, That they not 'bout

Talkin' that talk but can't walk that walk, We got nun' to talk 'bout

Feel like the devil is here, Say amen, God my watch out

I'm sick of these niggas, I'm sick of these bitches

Don't need no company, I'm sufficient

I don't know why they act like 'dat, Posing in pictures

I'm knowin' that they not like that, It's so malicious

I'm sick of these…