Lyrics:
I am a sick man
I'm an unattractive man
A wicked man
I don't know the least of my sickness or what exactly ails me
I've lived like this for a long
bought myself a coop,
I’m giving game to these niggas, man I should’ve been a coach,
I just hop inside my bag and I ain’t talkin bout no coach,
Im
on the street get wicked
Street lights turn on by a switch
Gunshots heard pass six
Out of the heart comes the issues of life
Firstborn shot now you hear the city
it
Wanna talk about it
Over the same Jesus you claim, you believed the words of the mental insane
You put a wicked man in Jesus' place, did it without
teaches religious rules
They tell us we're not saved
'til we dip in their wicked pools
Woe to you wicked pastors, ordain 'em
Make people suffer
You can
is wicked
Love is beautiful
Be like say love is tricky too
Be like you Dey use juju uh
And this your body so so tempting
Make man acta fool
Blessed is the man who does not heed the counsel of this world Blessed is the man who does not conform to worldly ways
For his delight is in the law
like missing my weed, I get higher than Bob
It's a eye for an eye in my city, that's Baltimore City
Where even the bitches be wicked in poverty
Stakes unscarred by limitations
Tween a man named Gold and a man named Mudd
Club filled Gold with greedy vapors
Until his long green eyes did glow
Mudd
gas just to keep me on my pivot man
I gave out all my love, but these lil' bitches couldn't give a damn
I wont say I'm a thug, but I be spinnin' like
drive-by of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to fail
Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braille
From a lunatic, I'm death like arsenic
drive-by of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to fail
Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braille
From a lunatic, I'm death like arsenic
And preached a wicked sermon, so the papers said.
[Chorus]
Hi dee hi dee hi dee hi
Ho dee ho dee ho dee ho.
Aimee built herself a radio station
ghosts?
[Verse: 2]
I saw..
God and the devil shaking hands
I saw a man getting shoot by another man
Hearing different sounds
But no one's around
Walked in
ghosts?
[Verse: 2]
I saw..
God and the devil shaking hands
I saw a man getting shoot by another man
Hearing different sounds
But no one's around
Walked in
it all at ease
I go by the name of C-Black by the way
And she go by the name Lil' Q
Hand down, man down, these niggas lookin' for him
No toys, lil'
Taken away from under the boughs
Far from the sheltering glens
Imprisoned by wizards to sing for a serpent
In the guise of a man
[Chorus]
They
Friday at the Legion when she's dancing with her man
Sure was a bitter winter but Friday will be fine
And maybe last year's Easter dress will serve her
enter
Can't task that gyal, she's renter
Man get drilly like broski Kenka
Ay, bad badman ting, wicked and bad
Who's that yute, get smoked like fag
Skeng
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
I'm a lipstick
Sabbatical in Miami, this shit was holistic
Man, I remember niggas was jokin' 'bout some tick, tick
And now that rapper broke as fuck,
of chocolate off Mother Gaston
You say you're number one wicked selector
I say you punnany and I'll wet ya
Keep the bull 'fore I pull this here trigger
of chocolate off Mother Gaston
You say you're number one wicked selector
I say you punnany and I'll wet ya
Keep the bull 'fore I pull this here trigger
A tatooed madman, I'm hell on wheels
Born a wicked child left alone in the fields
My father was the wind, my mother was fire
Raised by
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