Rico White - Work It lyrics

I'm the one they call vicious Future of Rap in the Present call it Christmas Went from riches to riches Double magic call it twitches Cut the beat give it stitches k** the net with no glitches My pockets looking nutritious And my middle name nickel Trying to get a dill with no pickle Got it in my blood, gotta cell, sickle I got that flow, you trickle I'm underage spitting rage Grades so bad it spell the city where I was raised Don't be surprised my size I'm bigger than you Physically 5'6 Lyrically I'm 7'2 Even if you amputate my words I'll demonstrate the grow spurt while I'm dropping verbs I perform at liver spots like the head of Mr. Burns So if I'm in the dirty south, I'm spitting out them germs I've earned The title like I'm michael Now I'm in this vicious cycle Cuz they said my flow was crazy, but they didn't know I'm psycho...