Vicious (Radio Edit)

Bars, just understand they vicious
Trying to get my hand on riches, legal way or with the mask on, Stanley Ipkiss
Me and these lames incomparable
Women, want me to cheat, the games what I'm married to
Fitted slaughter the beat, I'm sick get some TheraFlu
Tell em haters don't play with my name
See that right there is a dangerous game
They, running with hype I'll disable the train
Shh is lit and they can't out the fire, grab the mic, I'm going ghost without a writer
Pop the clutch I'm burning out the tires
They say keep it hunnit but I doubt em liars
Words got em perplexed, when I'm getting commas monthly ain't no cerb checks
Smoking potent, the herbs fresh
Where I'm coming from it was either jail or for sure death
How they want more when they work less? Fitted



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Writer(s): Omar Gardner
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