Sick lyrics

Artist  : Infinite 
Song : Sick



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Verse 1 

 

 We pull mad triggers 

 War what we used to, some done buried before 

 What we used to, dropping bodies under the floor


 Not what it looked like 

 It's what it really be 

 And they could tell you in your next life 

 You're still parrow 

 For whatever dinero 

 Blackout dirty barrels get stuck for your dinero


 But who's ta blame 

 Me or this dirty game 

 My blood forever cold 

 Just like my last name 

 The world is like this 

 My blood froze up my vein 

 Stick you for your drug money 

 Chip ice off your chain 

 Your life just blacked like dirty burns to your
left jaw 

  

  

     

 Chorus 

 

 We sick yeah yo my crew run wild 

 Yeah yo we sick, we on some other shit 

 Yeah yo we sick, long pipe between your lips 

 We sick, some burn you for your necklace 

 We sick, my crew run wild 

 We sick, from cradles to caskets 

 We sick, long pipe between your lips 

 Yo we sick, yo we on some other shit  

     

 Verse 2

 

 Ah yo we sick 

 We wild like 2 nines and 4 clips

 My crew make ghosts 

 Ride close with the toaster 

 Wanted face on posters

 Guess they tell you we armed like we supposed ta


 Gats in holsta, drink white rum all day 

 Straight 'till dinner 

 Show up at your party

 Turn your dance into a thriller 

 I guess it only takes much to know about my
family 

 We all about Bibles and kronze 

 Money and robberies

 The speaker chosen 

 The amount of heat we holdin; 

 The amount of grams loadin' 

 The amount of man we foldin' no lie 

 Sometimes I feel nothing to live for 

 I seen my days in a shoot out with 5.O 

 Ah yo we sick  

  

     

 Chorus

 

 Verse 3

 

 We were brought up by the older gangstas 

 Off the block who ran the turf 

 I'm from the murder capitol of my town 

 You better research 

 You know it got worse so sail on 

 Years apon the time it wasn't this bad but the
earth crumbled too fast 

 Dirty money runnin' da block 

 At twin towers airport searching bottles of rum
for baby powder 

 Can't catch us on bare face moves intoxic 

 Catch us on your news mask up like smarter
convicts 

 Represents the hustlers on streets or in cells


 The truth always flashes in light 

 When time tells I'm your LDC time 

 Reality will tell it 

 On the opposite of the gun smoke and I could
smell it 

 We sick

 

 Chorus x 2