Текст песни 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
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