wicked

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 **** 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 **** 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 **** a 20

They told him he couldn't split, tryna get rich, so I can get him home

I'm tryna get a **** 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 **** creep

This shit get deep, this shit get wicked, ah