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jase harley - the wicked lyrics

[chorus: chris lee]
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

[verse 1]
lord knows y’all better thank me when i make it
my n-gga look at all the things that i created
i came around to make a statement
they only talk about placements
n-ggas 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
n-ggas 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 n-ggas 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?

[verse 2]
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 h-ll, 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 n-ggas 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

[chris lee]
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 sl!ck, 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 p-rn
free s-x 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 h-lla fresh got my ancestors h-lla 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

- jase harley lyrics

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