realistic ( get wicked )

[Intro] Okay, cool [Chorus] They don't want you to win, shit get wicked Said they don't want me to win, shit get wicked Got some lean and Percocet, I'ma mix it Talking about that be your mhm but this shit get tricky Shit get, shit get realistic Talking about, why don't you open your eyes and see this shit a lil' different Fuck it, I got a point to prove, go big on bigger Looked the Devil right in his eye, hit him with that glizzy With that [Verse] With that blicky I don't like to go outside, shit get messy Motherfuckers like to choose sides like aim and hit you I'm so high, got scared of my shadow, it hit me It hit me (Drugs), it hit me (Drugs) Get high like hippies (Drugs) Get high, get trippy (Drugs) Special delivery, I'm at your door like you sent me No, why you hate on me? Why you resent me? And I do this shit like I do it Ho I do this shit to the truest Said she like me, eat my kids, said they taste just like some fruities I got big widebody, she got a big ole wide booty I gotta hit from the back so I can feel it on my tummy Tattoos on my stomach Told lil' baby, relax, she ain't even real-life mad The bitch for the streets so I laugh, it's kinda funny This bitch want my autograph [Chorus] They don't want you to win, shit get wicked Said they don't want me to win, shit get wicked Got some lean and Percocet, I'ma mix it Talking about that be your mhm but this shit get tricky Shit get, shit get realistic Talking about, why don't you open your eyes and see this shit a lil' different Fuck it, I got a point to prove, go big on bigger Looked the Devil right in his eye, hit him with that glizzy With that