Real Sickning ft. Jon Bellions Lyrics

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Yeah, what's wrong with I'm real sick? I'm like, hey, what's wrong with I'm? What's wrong with the boy

What's wrong with I'm real sick, boy

Look, it's like Twaumie on the beat and I told you like a tsunami. I murder everybody

I told them they can't be me like Stevie on the TV screen. It's all about me. Hey, I told them boys what it is

See feel like Mac Miller Adelic, I kill him. Yes. See ya. Yes star galactic like practice. He had them bars

I told niggas target practice. Yeah. Hey, that's what his face be. Hold on

You play with the boy and I murder him like hold on bars so cold and I told you was sick

Hold on, but I'm going in. I'm on new shit in

You said the boy killing everybody metaphorically. I do that and I kill them all. Hey

Hey

Let's go

So much wisdom in these records my set list is like a checklist for life goals

My prime mode is optimist mixed with Michael. I transform and give you a thriller killer recital

So my grandma passed away. I've been opening up my Bible

I'm liable so while I'm in meetings with all the sly folk that rape and pillage talent and suck you down to the dry bone

Lawyers laughing with managers label meetings and nice clothes. They'll give you couple million and turn you into a sideshow

If I was president, it would cost three million dollars to validate your opinion and people will shut the fuck up and Twitter go

Out of business what's wrong with I'm real sick. I'm sick. What's wrong with I'm real sick. I'm sick

What's wrong with a real sick really sick? Yeah, what's wrong with a real sick? I'm like, hey, what's wrong with Him