I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy And we can pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is I live on the west side of America How many likes is my life worth? I'm from the east side of America They say that I am the sick boy Feed yourself with my

Everything you gave Stay with me Did I say that I need you? No one knows this more than me Nothing you would take Yes, I understand that every life must end, aw huh, As we sit alone, I know someday we must go, aw huh, yeah, I'm a lucky man to count on

Ain't no place I'd rather be Chil'ren, dead homies and family Sky high, iced out paradise, in the sky Only place that's right for me Chromed out mansion in paradise, in the sky Shit, tired of gettin' shot at Tired of gettin' chased by the police and

That's just what you do When you're at the bottom It sure could drain a man About as empty as these beer cans Yeah, this time it's it, I'm callin' it quits I'm not turnin' her on anymore She packed up the same ol' stuff And slammed the same ol' door And

Semper fi tattooed on his left arm In the back that says U.S.A. With WD Forty and a Craftsman wrench He ain't prejudice he's just, made in America Spends a little more in the store for a tag He won't buy nothin' that he can't fix My old man's that old

Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! Thank God that a nigga seen another day Got a chopper and a bottle fuck it let 'em spray Get my people out them chains nigga I mean handcuffs, time to man up Put my hands up? Fuck you sayin' bruh 'Cause I'm a black man, in a

Southbound again I don't know if I'm going or leaving home Boy got to be moving Seems like the boy is bound to roam Southbound again got no money I've got no place to go That woman's with her lover boy Never want to see her face no more Every single time

Got around the same things Hope my mistakes don't make me less of a man 'Cause lately it feel like dem shits really can I'm prayin' I don't wake up all alone It's hard to say it so I write a song But that ain't equal to me rightin' wrong Stuck between a

You've talking about your woman, I wish to God, man, that you could see You're talking about your woman, I wish to God that you could see mine Every time the little girl start to loving, she bring eyesight to the blind Lord, her daddy must been a

Niggas around me go commando, yeah Ballin' two hoes in a Lambo, yeah Paint on the face like Rambo, yeah Tell me a place that I can't go, yeah Bitch tell your friend step it up Ain't no raw, bitch, we gon' wrap it up Pole game, tryna run it up Lock safe