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rap excercise pt.2 - sticky ricky lyrics

they used to tell me i was fat in school
but now im running sh*t
im active
he talking on rick
then im punching him
you wanna battle rick?
you ain’t gonna win
you goofy sum b*tch
you think im finna trip about some b*tch?
talk sh*t on rick
one hit and you done with
im done with the lean
and im done with gun sh*t
ill beat yo ass like a drum kit
you f*cking dim wit
all the goals that you set for yourself
i already done it
when i get money i love it so much that i hug it
when im in yo b*tch i make her say sh*t like she a puppet
when i shoot my shot even the denver nuggets couldn’t touch it

everybody love rick
he got thе better weed
you wanna be as good as mе
b*tch you could never be
cuz you dont got the bars
and you cannot match my energy
i ain’t using none of those lame beats that you sent to me
yo songs so boring
i pressed play and i went to sleep
ricky why you so d*mn good
cuz its meant to be
b*tch i coulda out rapped you at seventeen
martin luther king of this rap sh*t
i had a dream
b*tch you need to work way harder
why you mad at me
what you think i just got this sh*t magically?
i had to work hard as a b*tch
i had to keep practicing
and mastering my sk!lls
until i felt like no one is out*rapping me
my work ethic is so foreign
ice is trying to capture me
blake griffin
you try to ball like me
you get a fractured knee
i have to be better
they can’t copy
or manufacture me
i dont just rap
i evolve and adapt to beats
i couldn’t even be beat
with all you rappers attacking me at once
and if you actually wanna have a debate on whos the best rapper i will happily discuss
its obviously me
and if you can’t see that then you dumb
im tung tung tung sahur
i grab the bat and i swung
home run
im a hometown hero
i get it done
if sticky ricky didn’t grew it
its not going in my lungs
if sticky ricky didn’t grew it
its not going in my lungs bro
im eating this beat cracker
that is f*cking lunchable
there one thing i want you to know
and its that i will never stop
until im dead on the floor
of the f*cking studio
tell yo b*tch to stop looking at rick
every beat i get on
bro im cooking that b*tch
you can’t touch this
you can look and thats it
i spit out fury on the mic
i feel like bradd pitty
you dont have sh*t on me
come on just admit
whatever sticky ricky got
you just dont have it
i keep smoking rappers
i got some bad habits
i notice all the trash
thats piled up in my absence
im filling up caskets
beats and dead rappers
yall washed like the dishes in my cabinet
i make more money
im not even a high school graduate
the amount of work i put in
you can’t imagine it
yall dont even know the half of it
its sad i have to smack a b*tch
for acting like he can rap with rick
the fact of the matter is
sticky ricky is the nastiest
i only smoke gas
no mids better be passed to rick
the way i preach
youd think that they call me pastor rick
if theres any real left in this world then im the last of it
quit rapping b*tch
we can tell you ain’t passionate
why are you sitting on your ass
when theres cash to get
im half goat half demon
b*tch im a baphomet
when i die imma say this rap
with my last breath
i like to smoke weed, write raps
and cash checks
and if a b*tch step
no sweat
i snap necks
they like ricky ain’t snap
b*tch, are you a crackhead?
youre insane, youre in pain
whatever the f*ck dax said
they loaf around all day
and wonder how i stack bread
b*tch i went broke once and i ain’t going back again
i carried the game so long
i need some back meds
f*ck around and find out
im putting these b*tches in time out
time after time i done showed em what im about
i show up show out
show me something i never seen
they threw me in a pit of flames
sh*t i climbed out
im like a dragon
i keep spitting flame out of my mouth
they didn’t think i could do it
even i had my doubts
look at me now
with just one hand i could count
the amount of times ive lost
sh*t yall haven’t figured it out by now
im the bullet in the gun
like cl!ck clack bow
so bow down or get back
you can’t strip my crown
sh*t yo head can’t even fit my crown
if i wanted yo b*tch
i woulda gave her d*ck by now
ricky did it
you idiots can’t even figure it out
if you get a lot of cash
i get a bigger amount
im straight f*cking on this beat
bro im d*cking her down
and i even say sh*t about a gun or an ounce
you better bounce bounce bounce
when im playing this sh*t
or imma have to punch you in the mouth
you just do it for clout
i do it to show em that im the best around
when yall b*tches try to rap
it just stress me out

- sticky ricky lyrics

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