E.j. - Wicked lyrics

[Verse 1: E.J.] Bucket hat or fitted I feel like I'm becoming the son my father didn't This just admitted I hate school and never wish to attend it I end my sentence With blanks at the ends of lines that's unfinished Business Selling t-shirts R.I.P. to Desmond yeah my cousin got murked Acclimated rapping cause I'm very well versed And if I seen Satan I'mma put him in a hearse With no reverse And no clean words Starting revolutions got the ma**es dispersed Drop a flame hear the name on the track get hurt Don't a**ert Cause I'm quick to start a f**ing riot Catch me in the streets with the team you looking quiet Semi to the stomach put the boy on a diet If you ain't in the crew I'd rather you not try it We just try to make it on our own Don't mean I'm white cause I got a nice home My father worked hard and my mama was prone To sickness we just didn't even know I really love you mom and I just wish you didn't go I'm trying to get shows Trying to go pro But the haters is jaded from just stepping on my toes Those who move blow didn't start with the ambition to hide in shadows [Verse 2: Miles] Wake up, take a sh**, then I'll put my gla**es on Trying to find a channel where your b**h's a** is on Money is the goal so I'm guessing that the task is on Give your b**h the co*kney like I was from Old Albion Spit the six cylinder Swerve while my cup spill in the Backseat, s** all on my sackmeat Nurse you like I'm Jackie Something sort of like Copernicus Figure out and burning sh** Buy my sh** now you're learning it Chop your n***a's head like a hipster ho's haircut Bare bu*t, slice and diced like tear cut Cooler than an air duct Drop science, like I'm gravity Y'all are softer than cavities, follow me like my caddies be Inappropriate, fill my mouth with some Scope and sh** Punch lines are copius Face looking like Soviets Fifth best alive, and you knowing it [Verse 3: E.J.] It's not this dope in me, dystopian Got me loking and choking with a Kobe binge Cause I dont pa** in slow mo-ti-on Catch me when I'm sipping, pimping, slipping purple po-ti-on The local kids [Verse 4: Miles] 'Bout to be counting guap with the chicos Munching some foie gras then I'll serve your ho the burrito Sitting on mills when my career is finito Reminiscing about the days when I settled for eating fritos [Verse 5: E.J.] And while I'm spitting these b**hes getting offended Cause I talk of rear ending their a** then I'm splitting You see I'm dipping, Spit tobacco tripping With a pa**ion pit half a** trashed and still living b**h [Verse 6: Miles] Watching Scrubs on my day off sh** in your mouth watching The O.C. while you J off Loser like the falcons in the play-offs Old heads who think they're on the throne are on their way off [Hook: E.J. & Miles] I be running through the town n***a don't look down We a couple kings minus crowns Down a cup of crown and the Barbour Woulf boys 'finna shut sh** down