Hitstick

My nigga, I’m big and I’m big doggin'
I’m sick and I sic often
You quit, you legit lost it
I’m hip, and the ish nauseuos
I keep on my closets
King niggas ain’t rock with me
Now I need the next check to look like an apology
Bro we hit the opps for free
Let the chopper sing
When you ain’t rock with me
I’ve been living consciously
And my queen Nubian
And I’m the grooviest
The cool cat, kookiest with two tats proving it
The truth-sayer, got the juice like a fruit player
Play like a flute, leave you floating like the soothsayer
Best that did it, professing Christian
Pessimists can bless the mission
And I never needed recognition
Bruh, I don’t see hate, where the love at?
I bless and keep dirt off my name like a mudflap
We from the underground where the rugrats
Sub smack, leave a love tap when I does that
These niggas quick quick
I can’t get wit wit
Can’t be no get wit
You get that hitstick
Now we all lit lit
Check out the fit fit
I ain’t gon miss this
Now lets get rich rich