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letra de sick talk - 1up tee

[intro]
once i stopped playing sports, that’s when i got hit with the reality of everything
where i’m from, you feel like you got two options
you gon’ play sports, or you gon’ do the other thing
when i was fifteen, i knew that i wanted to be something great, but
to be something great in a black community, it almost feels like you have to something bad

[verse]
everybody treatin’ me like i’m a walking ticket
i want real love around, that sh-t don’t cost a penny
tryna play it like you with me, that sh-t all a gimmick
i hop out, toss it for my n-ggas, you wouldn’t toss a nickel
these n-ggas ain’t ballin’ really, that sh-t all an image
that b-tch thought i wasn’t gon’ leave, and she done lost a n-gga
that b-tch thought i couldn’t ball, now i’m a boston celtic
label used to offer petty, now they talkin’ better
i’m out here pressin’ every day like no excuses
better watch that b-tch you call your b-tch, that ho’ll use you
i be actin’ like i’m happy, but for real, i’m goin’ through it
i trust people that i shouldn’t in the end, i know i’m stupid
if you only knew, if you only knew
tryna make it without dying, man, my baby only two
all these n-ggas know is hoop, all these n-ggas know is shoot
all that trappin’ trap your mind, man, i hope you know the truth
i get into it with my b-tch, get into it with my mind
i tell ’em that they just a like, they bring me the same drama
man, these n-ggas can’t try me even if lil’ dej by me
’cause they know i got some n-ggas that’ll go insane ’bout me
i’m a 5 mile pilot, b-tch, i ride around striker
man, this sh-t so real, my lil’ b-tch dropped out college
can’t put me in check, b-tch, you is not my mama
i’ve been through so much sh-t, but n-gga, i’m not stopping
(n-gga, never)
[interlude]
(i’m in the booth right now, n-gga nose stuffy, sick as h-ll)
(sh-t don’t matter)
(been workin’)
(sick talk)

[chorus]
n-gga, this that sick talk, let me vent to her
your mans broke and you rich, n-gga, that ain’t his fault
if i was him, ee sweeter than biscoff
don’t come around with all that d-ck suckin’, n-gga, get lost
i could be in the club, i’m in this b-tch with von classic
i’m tryna pass the ball, you playin’ games like john madden
his baby goin’ crazy, know that make my pops happy
never gave a f-ck, nine times out of ten, b-tch, i’m laughin’
i might smile a lot, but i ain’t never played with no n-gga
in the stu’ sick as f-ck, my nose sniffin’
back then, they ain’t believe me, so i had to show n-ggas
now these n-ggas think i’m prolific like i know nipsey
thinkin’ lil nevergreen the hood, man, not the exact block
they grew up in flat rock, we grew up with crack rock
i ain’t finna love at home with the school and act out
used to wish that i could vent, now that’s what i rap ’bout (no cap, n-gga)

[outro]
you ever been hurt, n-gga? f-ck bein’ broke, n-gga
you ever been hurt, n-gga? just hurt?
feel me?
had n0body to talk to, n0body to vent to, n-gga, i went to the mic
f-ck the rules
doin’ everything i wish i could, n-gga
n-gga, everything you thought i wouldn’t
1up sh-t

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