[Lyric] Sick Of It (Bloom (itsbloommusic))

[Chorus]
Fuck, I’m getting’ sick of this, man fuck that bitch
I’m tryna make it rich, gotta feed all my bros you better make a hit
Get the paper cheques, got my momma rent down

[Post-Chorus]
I can’t sign, I cannot lie, the price ain’t right, yeah
It’s my time, I’m sayin’, yeah
I’m sick of all the shit I’ve been through

[Chorus]
Fuck, I’m getting’ sick of this, man fuck that bitch
I’m tryna make it rich, gotta feed all my bros you better make a hit
Get the paper cheques, got my momma rent down

[Post-Chorus]
I can’t sign, I cannot lie, the price ain’t right, yeah
It’s my time, I’m sayin’, yeah
I’m sick of all the shit I’ve been through

[Verse 1]
I know this shit’s not distant, I’m takin’ off on a missile
Fathers got me weighin’ down on my ambitions (yеah)
Take off now, I’m all in, we ballin’, I called it
Hе callin’, told me to stop it
I been workin’ too hard to throw the towel in
[Chorus]
Fuck, I’m getting’ sick of this, man fuck that bitch
I’m tryna make it rich, gotta feed all my bros you better make a hit
Get the paper cheques, got my momma rent down

[Verse 2]
And I don’t just know when we could call yeah
Just got another offer they just been texting me v
Vexing me, like we’re in a coma
We don’t even know ‘em, don’t need help from no one
Someday we’ll be up, labels try to fuck with us
Offers not enough, I just can’t believe I got this life I thought I fucked it up
Didn’t even know if I’d make it out my home (Not anymore)

[Chorus]
Fuck, I’m getting’ sick of this, man fuck that bitch
I’m tryna make it rich, gotta feed all my bros you better make a hit
Get the paper cheques, got my momma rent down