Hella Bars 2 lyrics

[Verse 1]
Don’t like me then figure it out, I am just too lit
Late-night drive, I’m whipping it now
I got a new whip, girls like me yes, I get around
Which chick will I hit
Don’t try me, I’m sick of it now
b*tch you can get dissed, half you rappers I don’t even like yo ass
You swagger jackers don’t write your raps
If I spat a couple of lines, in just a matter time
I could flatten your line, no pulse my bad
I’m not packing a 9, but when I gather my rhymes
I’m still blasting you guys and I'ma light your ass
I’m the savage who strikes, so don’t practice to survive, 'cause even after you hide, I'ma find your ass
This industry’s fake, this industry fake
You’re not independent, who’s pulling your weight? Who’s pulling your weight?
Oh wait, I get it
There’s too much at stake, there’s too much at stake!
Can’t get caught slipping
You’ll give it away, you’ll give it away
Ay ‘Sik World’ b*tch, don’t forget this sh*t
I’m fire like bic
Gotta problem with me? That’s fine you can suck my di*k
And that goes to anyone prick, I’ll diss whoever I pick
Sick of you tryna be slick, better keep your mouth zipped
'Cause if you don’t you’ll get roast like you were Demi Lovato
Making that twitter joke, honestly, I been the GOAT
And I’m getting bigger tho, I can’t even use tinder hoe
Girls find me, recognize me, they remind me that I rap 'cause they want me to smash 'cause I spit this flow
Okay f*ck it, my life is dope
f*ck it, nope, I’m feeling lonely
People use my name and act like they know me
There’s a reason why you stay below me
While your down there you can go 'head and blow me
Oh, you got skill? Then why don’t you show me
Oh, you got dirt? Then go and expose me
I’ll be delighted to see you come fight it
I’ll detach your head and use it as a trophy
The f*ck do you mean? The f*ck do you mean? Ay
Sik isn’t sick? The f*ck do you think? The f*ck do you think? Ay
Oh, you're jealous of me, 'cause I’m living your dreams, I'm living your dreams, ay
And don’t hit me with that “it’s not what’s it seems”, “it’s not what it seems” Ay

Should I flex bans, should I take xans?
Skits on the grams, get face tatts?
Maybe that’ll get ya boy on the map
Maybe that’ll show the world that I can rap
Maybe I should sell out all of my morals finesse the industry then get hella stacks!
Nope! that’s just advance money, and half these dummy’s, can not pay it back
sh*t is a bust, exposing you is a must
If you don’t like me then you will adjust
Put you in the feels, my music is clutch
#SIKNATION no one is f*cking with us
Yo I gotta buzz, yo I got the buzz, a buzz that no one can touch
I'll call out you scrubs, yes I got the guts
No percosets and still better than ya
Don’t compare me to rappers, that’s compared to rabbits, it doesn’t matter the comparisons never end
I'm coming after, all there is to gather, silence all the chatter, when I rap I am going in
The hip-hop attacker, all you f*ckin’ slackers, better f*ckin’ scatter, 'cause you know I bring hell again
Someone get a pastor, Sik god’s broke the ladder, I'ma shatter, anybody I’m battling

Mom, thanks for not aborting me
Now let’s make the rap game fun, it’s boring me
Wack rappers gotta follow me accordingly
You’re under me, study me, I got the juice
No ones touching me, f*ck with me, I am the truth
If you come for me, dummy please, you’re gonna lose
Living comfortably, 'cause of these, millions of views
Who wants to tangle in my webby mess?
Your girl whenever she gives me head
The industry’s sending me petty threats
Yeah you rap but I’m simply not impressed
I bench you all, that’s my heavy set
I am the bomb, that’s a deadly threat
I’m lowkey getting these steady checks
I want all the money no pennys left
“Sik Worlds trash, he can't rap, he to sad, he’s to this, he’s to that, all his tracks, he talks smack, about his ex’s he wishes he’d get back.”
Look stupid b*tch don’t make me laugh
Now that I’m p*ssed I will attack
Heard me and hip - hop's a mix match
'Cause what I spit? f*ck all that
Don’t put me in a box, Ima break out of it
I’m LOL’ing at dummy’s who doubted it
Get on my level, and just by the sound of it
I’ll reign on top and you stay where the bottom is
Gotta be confident, the hate is anonymous
f*ck all the teacher that said I’m incompetent
All the times I would rap what came out of it?
Six figures a year a career where I’m dominant
Sik World b*tch, you better get fond of it
I’m p*ssed as hell there’s no telling how I'ma get
And f*ck a clock 'cause y’all know what time it is
Came in this b*tch I don’t know what condom is
I do what I want mother f*ck a consequence
I know I’m dope I don’t need no one's compliments
My heart is cold, my flow hot like a sauna is
Just so you know, If there’s beef then I started it
[Outro]
Haha, f*ck