The Crxsh - Finally Vicious lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm finally vicious, why do you not get it Pretend that you hate me but you will regret it These records i'm settin, the bar I just set it If you try to exceed it , you will be headed Bad to the bone, these rappers don't know I'm not even known, i'm taking the throne Crash with your b**h, in your own home Match all your flows, when im not in my zone Chasin' paper like W.B Mason Im a sick artist, but hommie I ain't tracin' Im only being blunt like the one that im facin' Smokin' on that good good, now my hearts racin' Can't trust no hoes these days, signs can be misleadin' They stab you in your back then they ask you why you bleedin' Stick my dick up her a**, these b**hes ain't conceiving See me in my whip, boy I bet you'll catch me speedin' My life's like a movie, full of actors in this b**h But I rip those pages out, and throw em down the ditch You might not think so, but it easy getting rich I'm getting money so fast like im throwin' a pitch [Bridge] Money to the ceilin' I just made a million Hoes catching feelings but I ain't feel like dealin' Ballin' like a Bull Damn my pockets full You only getting money cuz yo b**h is on my pole [Hook] Finally Vicious, Finally Vicious, Finally Vicious Finally Vicious, Finally Vicious, Finally Vicious Finally Vicious, Finally Vicious, Finally Vicious Finally Vicious, Finally Vicious, Finally Vicious [Verse 2] BBP balllin' and i'm just getting started If you think my rhymes dumb, then you must be retarded I'm hittin' these targets, like I just darted Runnin' full speed, no energy is regarded Call me the flash cause I dash past the faint hearted Use my hulk smash to bash against logic I am white rapper with sk**s, you can't stop it If you hear me rap you'll know i'm a prospect I am the prophet, the prophecy for this project The cash is nice but I really don't want it This show isn't over but I already won it Yall at the bottom and i'm at the summit p**y is erotic, this b**h is exotic Time is money but you know I don't clock in I relax in the tropics, poppin' narcotics Almost everyday, you can call it periodic [Bridge/Hook] [Verse 3] They used to say, I was coming to weak So I became a beast, known on the streets Forget bout the heat, Droza light up the east I spit holy water, you should call me a priest You remind me of a slitherin' snake, brothas be fake We do it mob-style, put a kiss on your face You'll be sleepin' with the fishes in a river or lake Treat your bars like a Kit Kat and give em break Coming at me was a bad mistake Man, you and me, we do not equate Theres no debate, you I can take So many shots you'll call me Steve Blake Boy your hand i never will shake I'm the head of this game and your just a flake Pushin' these trees like my arm is a rake Put your armies away, don't be afraid [Outro] Finally Vicious, Finally Vicious, Finally Vicious