Lyrics Sick Cream - SLKT4

Sick Cream

Since I ran any means, yeah
Knew people with sick cream, yeah
I knew the next will be me, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey
Long before magazines, yeah
Long before fancy things, yeah
I was just a little kid, yeah
Doing me yeah
Baby I was born a souljah
Nobody taught me shit ‘bout giving up
No one can tell me shit, I’m getting' up up up
Like it’s nothing, hey
And there’s one thing you gotta know yeah
No one can tell me that I got enough
It’s not about the money I just run, run till It’s over
Baby, baby, I just wanna say that
When you see my shit you better put it on the playback
Reminiscing ‘bout the times that you and I had way back
When I’m riding with my playaz
I can feel wind, feel it in my hands
Baby we’re the real shit from Nobody Land
See when I get there, I ain’t going back
I won’t see you, bitch I won’t see you, bitch I won’t see you
Hey
Nah nah I won’t see you, hey
Nah nah I won’t see you no more
Nah nah I won’t see you, hey
Nah nah
Cause I got a new life, ho, and you’re not invited
And I gotta move ahead, sparking up the lighter
Rolling on the indie you can call me easy rider
Rider, hey
Young homie, Young homie, Young homie
Move that dough
Put you on my line with the rest
Then I’ll fuck the world
I’ve been on the grind since the day one
Steady yelling fuck em all
Steady yelling fuck em all
Steady yelling fuck em all
Steady yelling fuck em all
Steady yelling fuck em all
Steady yelling fuck em all
Way before I’ve met cha
I already was the man you knew
Dig inside and ask the question
Tell me, who the fuck are you?
Who the fuck are you to tell me I ain’t made you this way
When you cry them rivers putting all this shit on reply
Mistakes, mistakes, yeah whatever I don’t mind
Shit is insane, shit’s fake if you ain’t talking ‘bout your life
If you ain’t talking ‘bout your life, hey
You know youse a lie
I’ll be on that ladder from the bottom
On my grind as before…
Since I ran any means, yeah
Knew people with sick cream, yeah
I knew the next will be me, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey
Long before magazines, yeah
Long before fancy things, yeah
I was just a little kid, yeah
Doing me yeah
Baby I was born a souljah
Nobody taught me shit ‘bout giving up
No one can tell me shit, I’m getting' up up up
Like it’s nothing
Nothing…
Nothing…
Nothing…
Nothing…
Nothing…
Nothing…