Brotha Lynch Hung
Sicc Sence
[Verse 1]
Somebody told my mom I been takin' all her pills
Runnin' out the room high, tryna get a fix, that's how I kill
N***a, I don't give a fuck when I'm in the truck
After I fuck, see 'em in a month
Put 'em in a pot and I eat 'em up, never get caught
See, I come harder than John Holmes
I'm a cyclone, typhoon in the right mood
If you ever seen a n***a get hit twenty-four times in the back room
Click-clack, boom, I'ma get a n***a hot, though
For the cheese and the nachos, shout out to all my vatos
And my senorita, I singed the meter, I'm never beat up in this
Sometimes n***as think that everybody gonna get famous
Some motherfuckers ain't, though, some n***as ain't got it
Some n***as try hard for years and never put out the product
I got a sicc sense

[Verse 2]
Everybody like, "Damn, n***a, why you stay gone so long?"
I was tryna get money, n***a, didn't even have a home
Livin' in hotels and drinkin' everything out the fridge, though
Nah, n***a, it was bad, couldn't even write to my wife, I did, though
Still spend like ten grand a month just to have shelter
I was so sick in the head I had to feel helter skelter
Felt real dead, real broke, real mad, for real, loc
Ready to put on a black coat, run in the house and cut throat
Gun in your mouth, I smell dope, run in the south, I'm lyrical
Well, here it go, pull out the chopper and pop you and knock the steel off
Some motherfuckers ain't, though, some n***as ain't got it
Some n***as try hard for years and never put out the product
I got a sicc sense
[Outro]
I got a sicc sense, grr
I got a sicc sense
N***a, I got a sicc sense
Grr
Jomeezious on the beat
Sicc sense