Sicko

First off, I wanna give thanks

To my father Big Spank

For putting me on game

Of the Psycho Gang

I dominate my lane

Yes, my soul been claimed

And now I go insane

Dope side

Where we gon' ride

Better back up or we let them valas fly

Never gave a fuck if you ain't really 'bout that life

Man, I'm sick in the head, think about it all the time

Take a look at what you doing — you deserve to die

Catch me outside — sliding with the .45

I'm rolling with the demons, always ready for a fight

When you see me in the night, better clutch ya cross tight

Oak Cliff psycho, never on sight though

Black hair, bloody hands, pain in my eyes so far gone

Doesn't matter where I go

I'm riding to my shows, tippin' on fo-fos

Tío rang me up, "¿Qué onda, loco?"

Un niño de la calle — yo soy el vago

Realidad es — no estoy soñando

Esto es pa' mi gente, familia Navarro

Born sick, stayed sick, holmes

But don't trip

All pros, no cons in this raw spit

Sickside turned Psychos into one clique

Music never peaked — don't mean that it don't stick

Smashed for a quarter buck — won't quit

Try to last half of that and build this on your own shit

No Sick Jack, no Duke after this

Hang the mask up, flasks up, salud with the booze blasting this

As it is, life's a bitch from a glitch passed down

Mix that with itchy trigger fingers in downtown

This sound is all of that in surround

Soundtrack for maniacs that made it out and still around

Every step chosen by my creator

I'm just shotgun — crazy enough to be the curator

All yours when I'm done

But as long as I got a breath I'm on one

Sicko

Sicko

Born sick, stayed sick, holmes

But don't trip

All pros, no cons in this raw spit

Sickside turned Psychos into one clique

Music never peaked but don't mean that it don't stick

Sicko

Music never peaked but don't mean that it don't stick

Sicko