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
Stepping your steps, you're walking ya boundaries
A pawn in chess, you gonna try and surround me
I don't wanna know and I don't give a single fuck
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 spiting like a spigot
Turn up the heat I'm frigid in the kitchen 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, y'all just a bunch of bitches
Afraid to make a sound, y'all just a bunch of crickets
Y'all just snippets compared to my minutes upon minutes
Listen, you need a ticket to visit
This gifted sickness up in my veins
It flows through my nose, then up to my brain
My soul's rigid, I'm going insane
I'm way too wicked, too wicked for this game
Too wicked, too wicked
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
Stepping your steps, you're walking ya boundaries
A pawn in chess, you gonna try and surround me
I don't wanna know and I don't give a single fuck
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 spiting like a spigot
Turn up the heat I'm frigid in the kitchen 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, y'all just a bunch of bitches
Afraid to make a sound, y'all just a bunch of crickets
Y'all just snippets compared to my minutes upon minutes
Listen, you need a ticket to visit
This gifted sickness up in my veins
It flows through my nose, then up to my brain
My soul's rigid, I'm going insane
I'm way too wicked, too wicked for this game
Too wicked, too wicked
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Writer(s): Robert Hillmann
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