Lyrics Rage - Young Wicked

If you like don't nobody want the real shit
They had me livin with lies everyone just wanna party
And I'm prolly killin the vibe
They just wanna hear bout bitches and blingin
But that shit just ain't on my mind
Unlock the door to my vision, why don't you come step inside
Look!
Please be advised we be them guys
Come at me wrong and you'll meet your demise
I'm swervin the whip with the reaper inside
If you lookin for chaos come peek at my life
We on the grind, beast with the rhymes
I got the the dope they all kickin behind
Play my new shit and the speaker ignite
The competition I just leave them behind
Like bye bitch, better hide bitch
When I ride with five-six cannon
Knife kits grippin ice picks
Might just victimize this pussy motherfucker
Triflin when he dry snitch finna die quick!
I been a villain with it right from the go
Might getcha body then I might dig a hole
Leave the body layin like food for the bug
Everyone I met they knew I never give a fuck!
I'm gone!

Mentally I'm gone
Ain't no empathy in my heart
I was meant to bring your death in me
I'll grab your neck and squeeze like pythons
I ain't got time for these rappers
Cause all they're after is comments and likes on their pages
And they be so fucked up off codeine and xanax
I can't even catch what they're sayin!
Hold up!
Sit down, gimmie shit clown
But a bitch now, spit rounds
With a click bash, been a bitch round
Six found, in a ditch now
When it sticks how, six miles from your rich town
And you can't tell
Better watch what's coming out of yo big mouth
Anybody hatin' they can eat a dick now
I don't really know if imma even stick round
Bein' real's somethin you ain't never been bout!
Murder when I'm in the booth murder when I'm on the stage murder by
Murder my message I'm bringing to
You, your greatest advantage is RAGE
Hey!
Fuck the system, fuck opinions, fuck bein' quiet imma make em listen
I'm a dangerous piston with an anger issue and
I came from the mob where there ain't no rescues
I can't just stand by idly while all of these fuckers are tryin me
They wanna talk big shit on my IG but take
It all back when I go message them privately
Maybe I got to much pride in me
Maybe I need to get back on the Vicodin
All of the pain and the pressure of knowin you'll never
Acknowledge the level of shine in me I don't give a fuck!
Really I don't give a fuck
I got a couple dead rappers off in the trunk
But you been a front, you ain't did enough
Come close to the legacy, I'm giving up
So keep your motherfuckin mouth shut, about us
You a killa in yo house but
Every time I come round then you mouse up
Squeak!
How in the hell were you dying when you
Knew the album was gonna be done right?
I put up walls around all my emotions
To make sure my sanity's trump tight
Battling me when you're wack and you're weak is like bringing a knife to a gun fight
My enemies crashin while imma be
Laughin and layin our baskin in sunlight
Fuckin right hoe, but what would I know
I been doin this my whole fuckin life tho!
If I were you I wouldn't really trust a psycho
I got all the neighbors out clutching bibles
Praying for me, gas prayin on me,
Finna really be lit like a fuckin pyro, manic
My brain ain't intact I maintain the fact that I just might go
Mad on the bit, spaz on the bit
Bringin the money I get the bag on the bit
Rockin' the button up with the plaid on the bit
Givin em somethin they've never had on the bit
Somethin incredible it make the man wanna risk
Everything in him put all he have in the shit
MNE family when I stand with the clique
Runnin circles around em they couldn't handle the kid
RAGE