paroles de chanson No Rest For the Wicked - darius j.

These niggas gone pop but don't want the smoke
Unloading the shots with hopes to provoke
Outside with a smile, my opps are a joke
She tell me let's fuck, I say I suppose
Again with the shots, you do it to pose
I'm doin a lot, won't see on a post
I stay on the low, I'm not one to boast
You doin the least but talking the most
Yeah, slide on ya ends
Uh wait, I don't do friends
Put down your hand ain't making amends
He pleading his case without the defense
I'm burning an eighth, I need an incense
I tell em I'm straight but mentally bent
I play with the tag, I got the imprint
Spill dirt in my cup, they calling me prince yeah
Purple reign, feeling like that nigga walkin with a shoulder stain
I'm talking a chip, feeling just like MJ nigga I got six on my hip
Tryna find hers, dislocated by me baby girl that was the tip
Soon as this drop im thinking of raising my rate
Really it ain't for debate
It didn't click for you, you was too linked to the bait
Meaning you ended up ate
Palate that's foreign, now it's A5 on my plate
Stars in a Hilton estate
Chalices pouring, all that you dreamt you could taste
Once you learned sleeping can wait

Ain't no rest for the wicked
Hand in a bowl of riches
Big thang tucked in my britches
Yeah, ain't no rest for the wicked
Won't survive with the fittest
Cross me, burn them bridges

Thick tings on my line like Stefflon
Think her phone tapped how she text with the press ons
Nowadays guard your back with a Teflon
Niggas only strapped for reacts just to get one
Get ya cap pushed back when ya head on
Ain't a biggie but they treat it like you dead wrong
Hate to see you get ahead when ya headstrong
Calm my head in a bed getting head on
Do ya get me
Nah, listen do you hear me
Threw ice in my ears got chilly
Threw some dirt on my name got filthy
Think it's clear that you ain't been thinking clearly
I been here and you really think you near me
Only fear is for those who don't fear me
Let me step outside the norm, let me talk my shit for fun
All you boys be talking in my ear is pussy, hoes, and guns
Whole time you just looking like a pussy holding on a gun
Peak my interest with disclosing ways that we can grow these funds
That's my type of conversation, i don't wanna hear the complications
Of ya bitches that resulted in a confrontation
All I wanna hear is compensation as a consolation
For the many years I struggled to become a constellation

Ain't no rest for the wicked
Hand in a bowl of riches
Big thang tucked in my britches
Yeah, ain't no rest for the wicked
Won't survive with the fittest
Cross me, burn them bridges