Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Wicked, artist - Jase HarleyDate of issue: 17.03.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Wicked |
| And I’m out here searching, don’t know what I’ll find though |
| Life ain’t always perfect gotta fight through |
| But sometimes you don’t know if it’s the right move |
| Ain’t no preaching to the wicked |
| Ain’t no preaching to the wicked |
| Lord knows y’all better thank me when I make it |
| My nigga look at all the things that I created |
| I came around to make a statement |
| They only talk about placements |
| Niggas talking fly about patience |
| But look at all the time they wasted |
| It’s no time to get a rest |
| I’m cool in real life and the internet |
| I seen people dying to get a check |
| My uncle died from the cigarettes |
| No throne above us |
| Learned the streets from my older cousins |
| Seen the world take my older brother |
| You seen the pain if you know my mother |
| Good kid, I ain’t fit the mold |
| Niggas went out I ain’t get to go |
| They were practicing finger rolls with the wave cap and the Figaro |
| Succeed or it’s all in vain |
| I straightened up when my daughter came |
| I hear my pop when I call her name |
| And her mother act like I’m all to blame |
| You know me from way back I’ve always had the hustle |
| My whole state behind me like I’m driving through the tunnel |
| My whole state behind me like I’m cruising into Philly |
| Seen a lot of crews coming and go, I’m still getting busy |
| My niggas taking pictures with the 50 |
| My bitty on the gram looking pretty |
| I’m busy weighing grams like a hippy |
| With sticky get my papers from the deli |
| You wit' me? |
| I’ve got a life story written full of typos |
| And I’m out here searching, don’t know what I’ll find though |
| Life ain’t always perfect gotta fight through |
| But sometimes you don’t know if it’s the right move |
| Ain’t no preaching to the wicked |
| Ain’t no preaching to the wicked |
| Ain’t no preaching to the wicked |
| I go get it how I get it |
| Don’t know when I did it til they all know I did it |
| If I make mistakes along my way, let me learn from it |
| Go through hell, before I go for help, let me burn from it |
| Scars are like a badge of honor |
| Was rich with love, before I had a comma |
| Planting with |
| I had a good intentions for my sinning, can I have my come up |
| So many different sides to me, and no one knows one or rather promotes one |
| I’m cold headed let my nose run, see |
| Everybody got advice, but no one got it right |
| So I’m probably outta sight |
| I know what I ought to do is hard to do |
| Too many plays set in motion to call an audible |
| I’ve built a life inside a location that niggas are crawling to |
| I’m trying to correct my mistakes |
| Doubting myself is like testing my faith |
| One lesson I’ve learned is to step outta my way |
| I gotta step out my way |
| I’ve come across my dark side |
| There’s some things I can’t hide |
| Burned some bridges can’t lie |
| I’m losing in a landslide |
| Just because I know who I am |
| Doesn’t mean I won’t lose sight of him |
| Hope he’s got some fight in him |
| When the time is right again |
| Fr, fresh out the club |
| Freaky freaky with the women |
| Wet up all the linen |
| Ain’t no preaching to the wicked |
| Fr, fresh bag of sour getting evil off the liquid |
| You know how we living |
| Ain’t no preaching to the wicked |
| Fr, fresh out the club |
| Freaky freaky with the women |
| Wet up all the linen |
| Ain’t no preaching to the wicked |
| Fr, fresh bag of sour getting evil off the liquid |
| You know how we living |
| Ain’t no preaching to the wicked |
| Fr, fresh out the (woah) |
| The Sly, the slick, the wicked |
| Fresh bag of sour getting evil off the liquid |
| You know how we winning, winning, winning, winning |
| I’m a byproduct of free labor |
| Humans as resource, packaged and sold naked on auction |
| That’s free porn |
| Free sex and commercialism |
| Slave trade, reborn |
| Instead I’m social media selling myself to achieve more I mean |
| I always tell myself I’m here to tell the crowd |
| I’m hella fresh got my ancestors hella proud |
| That’s reverse rest in peace I’m who they tell about |
| Got my face on angel gowns selling out |
| Fr, fresh out the club |
| Freaky freaky with the women |
| Wet up all the linen |
| Ain’t no preaching to the wicked |
| Fr, fresh bag of sour getting evil off the liquid |
| You know how we living |
| Ain’t no preaching to the wicked |
| Fr, fresh out the club |
| Freaky freaky with the women |
| Wet up all the linen |
| Ain’t no preaching to the wicked |
| Fr, fresh bag of sour getting evil off the liquid |
| You know how we living |
| Ain’t no preaching to the wicked |
| Fr, fresh out the (woah) |
| Freaky freaky with the women |
| Wet up all the linen |
| Fr, fresh bag of sour getting evil off the liquid |
| You know how we living |
| Fr, fresh out |