[Postboy] (x2)
Drip on me, it’s time to get sick
Drinks on me, cause it’s time to get sick
Dirt on my tee, I be throwing' up sick
Ditch outta school, I be calling' in sick

[Looper]
Sick boy nasty, loop it like an athlete
At track meets I lack Z's to practice how I rap clean
Sipping on my black tea, my back porch has mad scenes
I lack endorphins so I ask myself to find em back please
Rapping for the finance, dining on the finest
Prideful when I write, but when I ride I try to hide it
Crime behind my eyelids, finest on my island
You winning for the time but I can switch it like my climate
I go, oh shit whip is off the road, lost control when I go in
Boy you better know, I don't cloak it
She was frozen, ask me for the blow, for the coke
I don't know shit, girl I barely smoke, lemme go
What you know about it? Kenny in my chalice
Killer for the cream, I need my bank account to balance
You ask me how my passion went from nothing to the talent
What you asking? boy I did this shit with practice, geez

[Postboy] (x2)
Drip on me, it’s time to get sick
Drinks on me, cause it’s time to get sick
Dirt on my tee, I be throwing' up sick
Ditch outta school, I be calling' in sick

[Looper]
Big boy from the south east, burn city, found king
Turned spitter, acid how I tab it when the cash gleams
Premature fast lanes, driving through my bad streets
Posty send the heat that make me loop it like a brass beat
Pass me the oki, fourty-seven when I clock it
Told my brother we would get it now my bank accounts the margin
Sling it like we Tarzan, middle finger to your garbage
Tryna fight me? Tekken sitting in my glove compartment
You don't know me like you think, boy, dripping from the wrist, boy
Never knew myself until I found out I could spit, boy
Keep it off the list, I never listen when they hit noise
I kill it for my city, from the south east to Fitzroy
RX-7, FC, gloss white, yuh
10 past eleven when I’m speeding through your sight
My boys stay beside with the JDM delights
120, we don't care about the price, Geez