The Wicked - Jase Harley, Chris Lee, Don Michael Jr.

And I’m out here searching, don’t know what I’ll find though

Life ain’t always perfect gotta fight through

But sometimes you don’t know if it’s the right move

Ain’t no preaching to the wicked

Ain’t no preaching to the wicked

Lord knows y’all better thank me when I make it

My nigga look at all the things that I created

I came around to make a statement

They only talk about placements

Niggas talking fly about patience

But look at all the time they wasted

It’s no time to get a rest

I’m cool in real life and the internet

I seen people dying to get a check

My uncle died from the cigarettes

No throne above us

Learned the streets from my older cousins

Seen the world take my older brother

You seen the pain if you know my mother

Good kid, I ain’t fit the mold

Niggas went out I ain’t get to go

They were practicing finger rolls with the wave cap and the Figaro

Succeed or it’s all in vain

I straightened up when my daughter came

I hear my pop when I call her name

And her mother act like I’m all to blame

You know me from way back I’ve always had the hustle

My whole state behind me like I’m driving through the tunnel

My whole state behind me like I’m cruising into Philly

Seen a lot of crews coming and go, I’m still getting busy

My niggas taking pictures with the 50

My bitty on the gram looking pretty

I’m busy weighing grams like a hippy

With sticky get my papers from the deli

You wit' me?

I’ve got a life story written full of typos

And I’m out here searching, don’t know what I’ll find though

Life ain’t always perfect gotta fight through

But sometimes you don’t know if it’s the right move

Ain’t no preaching to the wicked

Ain’t no preaching to the wicked

Ain’t no preaching to the wicked

I go get it how I get it

Don’t know when I did it til they all know I did it

If I make mistakes along my way, let me learn from it

Go through hell, before I go for help, let me burn from it

Scars are like a badge of honor

Was rich with love, before I had a comma

Planting with

I had a good intentions for my sinning, can I have my come up

So many different sides to me, and no one knows one or rather promotes one

I’m cold headed let my nose run, see

Everybody got advice, but no one got it right

So I’m probably outta sight

I know what I ought to do is hard to do

Too many plays set in motion to call an audible

I’ve built a life inside a location that niggas are crawling to

I’m trying to correct my mistakes

Doubting myself is like testing my faith

One lesson I’ve learned is to step outta my way

I gotta step out my way

I’ve come across my dark side

There’s some things I can’t hide

Burned some bridges can’t lie

I’m losing in a landslide

Just because I know who I am

Doesn’t mean I won’t lose sight of him

Hope he’s got some fight in him

When the time is right again

Fr, fresh out the club

Freaky freaky with the women

Wet up all the linen

Ain’t no preaching to the wicked

Fr, fresh bag of sour getting evil off the liquid

You know how we living

Ain’t no preaching to the wicked

Fr, fresh out the club

Freaky freaky with the women

Wet up all the linen

Ain’t no preaching to the wicked

Fr, fresh bag of sour getting evil off the liquid

You know how we living

Ain’t no preaching to the wicked

Fr, fresh out the (woah)

The Sly, the slick, the wicked

Fresh bag of sour getting evil off the liquid

You know how we winning, winning, winning, winning

I’m a byproduct of free labor

Humans as resource, packaged and sold naked on auction

That’s free porn

Free sex and commercialism

Slave trade, reborn

Instead I’m social media selling myself to achieve more I mean

I always tell myself I’m here to tell the crowd

I’m hella fresh got my ancestors hella proud

That’s reverse rest in peace I’m who they tell about

Got my face on angel gowns selling out

Fr, fresh out the club

Freaky freaky with the women

Wet up all the linen

Ain’t no preaching to the wicked

Fr, fresh bag of sour getting evil off the liquid

You know how we living

Ain’t no preaching to the wicked

Fr, fresh out the club

Freaky freaky with the women

Wet up all the linen

Ain’t no preaching to the wicked

Fr, fresh bag of sour getting evil off the liquid

You know how we living

Ain’t no preaching to the wicked

Fr, fresh out the (woah)

Freaky freaky with the women

Wet up all the linen

Fr, fresh bag of sour getting evil off the liquid

You know how we living

Fr, fresh out