Wicked by Classified
Ain't no rest for the wicked
Ain't no rest for the wicked
Ain't no thing
Ain't no rest for the wicked
Gimme that classic bass line
Okay, let the children run around
'Cause I'm about to play until the sun is down
I cannot be classified
I ain't commercial or underground
6'4" and 200 pounds
I'm waitin' on the money round
My BB gun is loaded
I'm so holy, right? I'll hunt you down
I skip no detail
To afford a gentleman and females
Well, you show no emotion like emails
I ain't no thrift shop rapper, nothing go on resale
My raps stay on track, never derail, I prevail
The world's a mess and I fit in perfect, uh
The wicked never rest, work until there's work in, uh
We used to live for the moment
Now we tape it on our camera phones
And take it home and show our friends what they're missing
I don't get it
We're living in the new era
I'm back wearing these snap backs
'Cause some reason my fitted hats
Are out of shape and fitting wack
I call it how I see it
State the obvious like Twitter facts
I'm filling a position
Yeah, the designated hitter's back
Ain't no rest for the wicked (Yeah, we tell em')
Ain't no rest for the wicked (But I ain't worry 'cause it)
Ain't no thing
Yeah, you lit the fire inside us now, ain't no time to be righteous, we tell em'
Ain't no rest for the wicked (Yeah, we tell em')
Ain't no rest for the wicked (But I ain't worry 'cause it)
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