Wicked
They wanna run us like we some little sheep
They wanna gun us, so we can't make a peep
I'm on the tv, I'm on the radio
You don't see me, only the crows know
Where I be, on the weekends
I came up real cheap, without any friends
I don't know you, I don't know her
I don't wanna be mixed up into your stir
Ya steppin ya steps, walkin ya boundaries
A pawn in chess, you're gonna try to surround me
I don't wanna know and I don't give a single fuck
Yeah, you just a hoe, yeah, you just a suck
I want you girl, but I can't have ya
Ya too bad, too bad, too bad for my habits
I shouldn't taste you, I'll get addicted too quick
I would hate you, but I'm way too wicked for this
I'm too wicked, too wicked, and no, I can't flip it
Nothing turns around, and nothing is spinning
Just my head as it drowns deep in the liquid
I committed to this, I'll admit it, I'm too wicked
I'm too wicked, too wicked, I'm spittin like a spigot
Turn up the heat I'm frigid into kickin cooking dishes
Add some spice, some ice, spent over 6 digits
I'm a witness in this business to all the snitches
Afraid to cake her down, yall just a bunch of bitches
Afraid to make a sound, yall just a bunch of crickets
Yall just snippets compared to my minutes upon minutes
Listen, you need a ticket to visit
This gifted sickness up in my veins
It goes through my nose, then up to my brain
My soul's getting rigid, and I'm goin insane
But I'm way too wicked, too wicked for this game
Too wicked
Writer/s: Robert Hillmann