[Verse 1: Sickly Sid]
Write a verse, keep it locked inside your right jacket pocket
Keep it in a locket, don't lose it, don't be a victim of a pick-pocket
Never spit it, mention it to your peers, saying you're working on it
Then later you're pitching that you're the top cook of the kitchen
You're flipping your gripping
You're swinging into mixing and slipping your vision
The last thing you're doing is winning
The first thing you're doing is missing
Writing about rags to riches but all you've gone through is riches
Talking about all the bitches when you haven't felt any touch in your inches
Bargain your way up to stardom, no real steps put in the garden
Calling yourself the greatest when you haven't even fucking started
Darken the lights on your mind and the truth has departed
Pardon the zero attention, boredom is all I can harken
Send your raps to your friends, all they doing is jerking
Send em your bars, they just skim it, to them it's a burden
Drop the curtain, showcase your talentless type as a crooner
16-bars in, man, I should've turned this shit off sooner
[Hook]
I feel like the whole world will end
When i die, when i die, when i die
Feeling like they will play pretend
When i die, when i die, when i die
Feeling like I will play dead
When i die, when i die, when i die
Feeling like I got a big head
When i die, when i die, when i die
I feel like the whole world will end
When i die, when i die, when i die
You just don't know how to live
When i die, when i die, when i die
[Verse 2: Khada]
All of these white boys be talking bout a draco
Rapping about these places that they can't go
Cannot bounce back, set the mouse traps
Where the ounce at? Can't talk bout that
Where's your fucking spine? Get in fuckin line
Lying all the time, sults in your demise
Parts of the grind that you will never know
Think that spending dimes equates into your growth
All of these white boys be saying they a goat
Till the lumps come, they choke, aiming at they throat
Thinking since we cool, we are in the same boat
Drown in they own drool thinking about a new drop from Cole
The liar impulse, they turn into ghosts
Belong to no coast, they rap then they don't
This ain't a phase, this a game
At the brain, have no names, motherfucker
[Hook]
I feel like the whole world will end
When i die, when i die, when i die
Feeling like they will play pretend
When i die, when i die, when i die
Feeling like I will play dead
When i die, when i die, when i die
Feeling like I got a big head
When i die, when i die, when i die
I feel like the whole world will end
When i die, when i die, when i die
You just don't know how to live
When i die, when i die, when i die
Write a verse, keep it locked inside your right jacket pocket
Keep it in a locket, don't lose it, don't be a victim of a pick-pocket
Never spit it, mention it to your peers, saying you're working on it
Then later you're pitching that you're the top cook of the kitchen
You're flipping your gripping
You're swinging into mixing and slipping your vision
The last thing you're doing is winning
The first thing you're doing is missing
Writing about rags to riches but all you've gone through is riches
Talking about all the bitches when you haven't felt any touch in your inches
Bargain your way up to stardom, no real steps put in the garden
Calling yourself the greatest when you haven't even fucking started
Darken the lights on your mind and the truth has departed
Pardon the zero attention, boredom is all I can harken
Send your raps to your friends, all they doing is jerking
Send em your bars, they just skim it, to them it's a burden
Drop the curtain, showcase your talentless type as a crooner
16-bars in, man, I should've turned this shit off sooner
[Hook]
I feel like the whole world will end
When i die, when i die, when i die
Feeling like they will play pretend
When i die, when i die, when i die
Feeling like I will play dead
When i die, when i die, when i die
Feeling like I got a big head
When i die, when i die, when i die
I feel like the whole world will end
When i die, when i die, when i die
You just don't know how to live
When i die, when i die, when i die
[Verse 2: Khada]
All of these white boys be talking bout a draco
Rapping about these places that they can't go
Cannot bounce back, set the mouse traps
Where the ounce at? Can't talk bout that
Where's your fucking spine? Get in fuckin line
Lying all the time, sults in your demise
Parts of the grind that you will never know
Think that spending dimes equates into your growth
All of these white boys be saying they a goat
Till the lumps come, they choke, aiming at they throat
Thinking since we cool, we are in the same boat
Drown in they own drool thinking about a new drop from Cole
The liar impulse, they turn into ghosts
Belong to no coast, they rap then they don't
This ain't a phase, this a game
At the brain, have no names, motherfucker
[Hook]
I feel like the whole world will end
When i die, when i die, when i die
Feeling like they will play pretend
When i die, when i die, when i die
Feeling like I will play dead
When i die, when i die, when i die
Feeling like I got a big head
When i die, when i die, when i die
I feel like the whole world will end
When i die, when i die, when i die
You just don't know how to live
When i die, when i die, when i die
( Sickly Rats )
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