Down With The Sickness Lyrics

Man tell me bro I heard some crazy shit man

Like the motherfucker been after me or something

What man you trippin. You serious

Yeah man Im serious man

Really I been hearing shit, getting random phone calls

Yeah (Hello)

Is Cruisey coming? Its Cruisey

Okay bitch its mayday

Give a fuck what they say

Gotta up my pay grade

Its the now and ever so wacky psychedelic

Bales we mailed em

Dope rhymes you smell em

Relevant, scales to weigh up an elephant

Never, not a ner product that I cant sell

And if you cant tell

Party hardy go Johnny Manziel

So drunk I cant spell

Oh well, Im chillin

Leaving no trail, Im the super villain

Aye Tyson told me "fuck em all, kill em all" Imma kill em dog

You gone so Imma live it

Keep a gat up in the britches

Get head in the civic

Triple threat, still got my pivot

And these pussy boys timid

The xan got me groggy

You feelin froggy? Bitch ribbit

Bradley Cooper poppin pillies bitch I got no limit

Im sittin pretty, cant you tell

Im rockin water, dug a well

Gas in my blunt, it got frosted tips like Odelle

Smoking in the whip, bumpin Makaveli

My homie trippin from the reup

Told him if its good product then its bound to sell

We the bomb, 911

Will I make it? Only time will tell it

Me and the gang like a crime rebellion

Tryna buy the club, put some dimes up in it

Crack the rona, put some lime up in it

In my own lane, Im riding in it

And Im putting in work, Im grinding with it

And my true soul is what Im finding in it

Real ones gonna hustle, mind they business

Okay Im swervin

Gat up on my lap its Turkish

Hoppin out suburbans

Im rocking out like Im disturbed

And, im down with the sickness you heard it

Cant fuck with this bitch, she too thirsty

The love of the chase what lures me

Dig in the crates, now thats on Youtube

Back to a young lil dude Cruise

Grandpa let me shoot the deuce deuce

And daddy bought us dirt bikes

Country shit, its the dirt life

And I always been good with words right

Thats why I come on every single verse right

And Im tryna live real old

I hope God will show me some sympathy

Feel like the realest shit I ever wrote

Was about a bitch and some shit that she did to me

I started sippin the remedy

This off the punch aint no pen with me

Started with not a lot, now we collecting it uh

Hard work run in the familia

Better shake my hand, if we have a deal

Before I die, Im just tryna see a mil

Im hungry, shawty lookin like a meal

Baby are you tryna chill

Baby are you tryna chill

Only time will tell

Tides collide

I find my guide

Time to shine

Okay Im swervin

Gat up on my lap its Turkish

Hoppin out suburbans

Im rocking out like Im disturbed

And, im down with the sickness you heard it

Down with the sickness you heard it

Down with the sickness you heard it