Sick of it!

I was outside in the cut with my bitch

She sick of my antics sick of my face

I was soul searching to find my worth

But instead that shit stay bringing me...

I was outside in the cut with my bitch

She sick of my antics sick of my face

I was soul searching to find my worth

But instead that shit stay bringing me pain

I was outside with that faith in my fist

But the world in my hands I ain't tryna let go

It was just me and my dawgs tryna plot