Artist: E.S.G. Album: Owner's Manual Song: Sick and Tired Typed by: Lil Hustle [Hook] Now every chick, trying to claim that she better And every young nigga, claim he got swagger But how is that, it's gotta be impossible Everybody ain't a rapper, every chick ain't a model uh-uh I'm sick and tired of that, I'm sick and tired of that I'm sick and tired of that, I'm sick and tired of that I'm sick and tired of that, I'm sick and tired of that I'm sick and tired of that, I'm sick and tired of that [E.S.G.] Now hey it's pay day, reality check on the way I got a PSA, a verbal AK They say they grown men, I see a bunch of kids It's time to see who's real, Donald Trump wig Say they do it big, real big folks What's the problem homie, you doing big bro Rolling big spokes, sitting on big smoke But let the hood tell it, just a big joke Say she a dime, yes I'm talking ten She on your twitter page, Facebook friends Say she super thick, yeah you know the chick But she don't look nothing like, her profile pic huuh [Hook] [E.S.G.] Say he sold this, say he sold that Boy can get an Oscar, cause he can sho' act Now she was super flat, and now she's super thick See I just pick the real, don't care who ya with Said he was moving bricks, said he was moving pounds He ain't got a car, now how he get around See you could keep it real, and we could still be partnas I graduated from the trill, Magnum-Cum-Lade Land of the trill, see I know ery'body This my building homie, you just in the lobby Being real my hobby, 3-65 Everyday Street Gangsta, 3-65 [Hook] Said he had a Lac, and a trap house Can't believe everything, these boys rap about Said she keep it Gucci, new Vuitton and Louis Everytime I see her, she in that old Gucci I'm sick and tired of that, I'm sick and tired of that I'm sick and tired of that, I'm sick and tired of that I'm sick and tired of that, I'm sick and tired of that I'm sick and tired of that, I'm sick and tired of that [E.S.G.] Booshie rats I'm tired of that, haters man I'm tired of that Lying bout racks and lying bout stacks, man I'm sick and tired of that Dusty feet I'm tired of that, fake Gucci bag I'm tired of that Still hating on the South better close your mouth, this the year I'm flying back [Hook] Now every chick, trying to claim that she better And every young nigga, claim he got swagger But how is that, it's gotta be impossible Everybody ain't a rapper, every chick ain't a model uh-uh I'm sick and tired of that, I'm sick and tired of that I'm sick and tired of that, I'm sick and tired of that I'm sick and tired of that, I'm sick and tired of that I'm sick and tired of that, I'm sick and tired of that