"wicked" lyrics
Clever, Swayy Mula & Karltin Bankz Lyrics
Had too much pride to cry and ask for help (Aaron slay this shit)
Nothing I can't buy for myself
Remember days sitting in that city
Remember days we were broke
Now we count a lot of money, make 'em get it off the floor
Pussy boy gon' make us sin again, we'll spin again
Still racking up my dividends, one day we gon' win
A lot of shit fuck with my conscious, ion sleep
Ever sat inside your cell, back to the wall 'cause you couldn't eat? Aye
Clutchin' on your iron 'cause nigga creep
This shit get deep, this shit get wicked
I learned to shoot 'fore I could read and write
Now the lawyer can't say enough to help my mama sleep at night
I turned into an animal off in that cage, I was deep off in that zoo
I remember being broke, spent days off in the booth
Spin tires in the coupe
I stayed off in my lane, now I'm sitting at the rest stop
On top of the game and now I'm sitting in the press box
Now I'm throwing money, what a feeling, now I put a spiral on it
When I started throwing money to the ceiling, yeah
I never forgot just how I felt
Had too much pride to cry and ask for help
Nothing I can't buy for myself
Remember days sitting in that city
Remember days we were broke
Now we count a lot of money, make 'em get it off the floor
Pussy boy gon' make us sin again, we'll spin again
Still racking up my dividends, one day we gon' win
A lot of shit fuck with my conscious, ion sleep
Ever sat inside your cell, back to the wall 'cause you couldn't eat? Aye
Clutchin' on your iron 'cause nigga creep
This shit get deep, this shit get wicked, yeah
This shit get wicked, I'm still ridin' through the city
With ten racks up in my britches and two straps, I'm tryna crack a dome
This system crooked, they gave my nigga a 20
They told him he couldn't split, tryna get rich, so I can get him home
I'm tryna get a nigga gone, put that pussy boy to sleep
They holler Mula, what you on? You got a check, still in the streets
It's still some people that ain't learned, I gotta make sure I get even
Everybody think I'm wrong, if I send shots it was for a reason
Remember sitting onto my rack, couldn't turn the heat on
Back to the block when I got out, mama said keep on
You'll be back inside that cage, I went back, I'm full of rage
My lawyer told me for to be strong
Remember days sitting in that city
Remember days we were broke
Now we count a lot of money, make 'em get it off the floor
Pussy boy gon' make us sin again, we'll spin again
Still racking up my dividends, one day we gon' win
A lot of shit fuck with my conscious, ion sleep
Ever sat inside your cell, back to the wall 'cause you couldn't eat? Aye
Clutchin' on your iron 'cause nigga creep
This shit get deep, this shit get wicked, ah
Nothing I can't buy for myself
Remember days sitting in that city
Remember days we were broke
Now we count a lot of money, make 'em get it off the floor
Pussy boy gon' make us sin again, we'll spin again
Still racking up my dividends, one day we gon' win
A lot of shit fuck with my conscious, ion sleep
Ever sat inside your cell, back to the wall 'cause you couldn't eat? Aye
Clutchin' on your iron 'cause nigga creep
This shit get deep, this shit get wicked
I learned to shoot 'fore I could read and write
Now the lawyer can't say enough to help my mama sleep at night
I turned into an animal off in that cage, I was deep off in that zoo
I remember being broke, spent days off in the booth
Spin tires in the coupe
I stayed off in my lane, now I'm sitting at the rest stop
On top of the game and now I'm sitting in the press box
Now I'm throwing money, what a feeling, now I put a spiral on it
When I started throwing money to the ceiling, yeah
I never forgot just how I felt
Had too much pride to cry and ask for help
Nothing I can't buy for myself
Remember days sitting in that city
Remember days we were broke
Now we count a lot of money, make 'em get it off the floor
Pussy boy gon' make us sin again, we'll spin again
Still racking up my dividends, one day we gon' win
A lot of shit fuck with my conscious, ion sleep
Ever sat inside your cell, back to the wall 'cause you couldn't eat? Aye
Clutchin' on your iron 'cause nigga creep
This shit get deep, this shit get wicked, yeah
This shit get wicked, I'm still ridin' through the city
With ten racks up in my britches and two straps, I'm tryna crack a dome
This system crooked, they gave my nigga a 20
They told him he couldn't split, tryna get rich, so I can get him home
I'm tryna get a nigga gone, put that pussy boy to sleep
They holler Mula, what you on? You got a check, still in the streets
It's still some people that ain't learned, I gotta make sure I get even
Everybody think I'm wrong, if I send shots it was for a reason
Remember sitting onto my rack, couldn't turn the heat on
Back to the block when I got out, mama said keep on
You'll be back inside that cage, I went back, I'm full of rage
My lawyer told me for to be strong
Remember days sitting in that city
Remember days we were broke
Now we count a lot of money, make 'em get it off the floor
Pussy boy gon' make us sin again, we'll spin again
Still racking up my dividends, one day we gon' win
A lot of shit fuck with my conscious, ion sleep
Ever sat inside your cell, back to the wall 'cause you couldn't eat? Aye
Clutchin' on your iron 'cause nigga creep
This shit get deep, this shit get wicked, ah
