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make me - j termz lyrics

[intro]

all these haters make me sick
make me sick
make me sick
but not enough to make me quit
make me quit
make me quit

[verse 1]

a wise man told me lil youngin it’s better never to stress
just brush that dirt off ya shoulders and throw that s on ya chess
feelings is detrimental to being the best of the best
only one gem at a time
wish i could tell you the rest
i threw my life in these vеrses and turned away from the crowd
wеnt and studied the game tapes of martyrs merging with style
mastered the pen inarguably the flow can birth a c*n*l
i seen the last of my mom
hope she the first to be proud
that buzz erupt with work release now watch the currency pile
then look back up at heaven and see momma smirk at her child
that’s just the stepping stone stone
i’m betting on when murking these vowels
premonitions of being chauffeured when them curtains is down
load up that cargo take it all over this planet and back
meticulous when they monitoring the plan of attack
here for long like rapunzel they can’t make my castle collapse
come look your k!ller in the eyes i never stab in the back
[hook]

man all these haters make me sick
make me sick
make me sick
but not enough to make me quit
make me quit
make me quit
i took my life and made a script
made a script
made a script
just roll the film to make me rich
make me rich
make me rich
man all these haters make me sick
make me sick
make me sick
but not enough to make me quit
make me quit
make me quit
i took my life and made a script
made a script
made a script
just roll the film to make me rich
make me rich
make me rich
[verse 2]

ok pardon my posture i’m never rude it’s just business
need an encore like fargo with all these cruel intentions
coast to coast to catch a breeze st**z cool as pavilions
off the docks unorthodox i might be foolish but brilliant
smooth as brazilian waxes swagging come cater my needs
cook up that crack swear every batch come from the eighties at least
so what that say about me
i’m ninety*four on the cert
guess everything that’s trait’d traded it remain in my genes
both palms together i can’t lose a grip
i can’t lose a grip
super sick no flu influenced it none of that fluent sh*t
demonstrating different ways to dig a grave and movie thick
pockets fat you use to shine look at you now ain’t grew an inch
like who you kidding
you’s a lame
ain’t no turning off that switch
think you earned a lot of clout because you burned a lot of chips
but yet your purpose out here dense
i prefer the opposite
told my girl don’t talk no sh*t when i got the world on top my d*ck

[hook]
man all these haters make me sick
make me sick
make me sick
but not enough to make me quit
make me quit
make me quit
i took my life and made a script
made a script
made a script
just roll the film to make me rich
make me rich
make me rich
man all these haters make me sick
make me sick
make me sick
but not enough to make me quit
make me quit
make me quit
i took my life and made a script
made a script
made a script
just roll the film to make me rich
make me rich
make me rich

- j termz lyrics

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