Wicked

Hustlers, get your hands up! (Something wicked this way comes)
Bad bitches now get your hands up!
To everybody representing get your hands up!
Check it out, yo

The Michigan Prince is back
Banging on wax with hot tracks
Ain't no rest for the wicked
It's never time to relax
Wicked lyricist, hit and run it like Dax Shepard
Up to the max, spraying emcees like the cans of Axe
I've been stacking racks, they done overload the slacks
Just from writing raps and performing with the pack
Word to my momma, I keep making commas
Hit you with the drama, steady cooking niggas like I'm Benihana
Me and the team like Sinatra, lyrical Nirvana
How's it I'm flippin' more cake than Betty Crocker
You got to give respect to a nigga hustle
Use the muscle and demand my money on the double
Gutterrose the empire, and we striking back from a distance
Like Bruce Willis, living fearless
Women used to diss this, now they see the sex appeal
Since a brother be luxurious
I'm the man with the jams, never had a master plan
Get the crowd a niggas hype, got them eating out my hand
Hundred grand, getting it, flip it up with my peeps and my family
Buy houses and them Wrangler Jeeps
When you see us in the streets, ball like Miami Heat
We be zooming lanes
Crew's gold chains, about a thousand apiece
Shine never cease, to all my hustlers
Get it any way you can and make the cheese, uh

Yo and it's like this and like that
Someone let them know that the Wicked Prince is back
To all my hustlers, raise your bottles and your glass
Tonight we show the haters that we got it like that
Like that, we got it like that
Like that, we got it like that
Like that, we got it like that
Like that, we got it like that

Big love to the city, if you with me holla at me
We be popping off like a teenage kid with acne
Celebrations at the club, like a scene from Great Gatsby
But brothers hold the Nicholson's
In case they wanna jack me
Don't ever let them get you down, be steady, hold your crown
Make it through the dark days, and the light will come around
They used to crack jokes, told me that I wasn't black enough
The hood won't ever show you love
Chose to prove them wrong
Light skin with the skill, watch they head spin
NWA with the mic like Ren
17 of age, I was filled with rage
Writing lines every day just to get away
Escape from the self hate, and the pressure got me chained
Like I'm locked away, had to break free
Niggas laughed when I said I wanted to emcee
That just set a fuel to the fire, see?
You don't look the part, you ain't flash designer
You ain't got no hoes, man you whip a fucking Chrysler
Been hanging with troublemakers since I was minor
Living at 807, that's North Lavinia
Then I moved to 4th ward in '04
Run the street galore hanging outside the corner store, facts
Mobbing with the skaters, cigarettes and papers
Explore the city with the players, accepted by the pack
All those times gave a nigga game, now it's time to reign
In my city someone's always bringing up my name
Hit the Tiki, get a little freaky with the dames
It's funny when the old flames come to hang
Now I'm balling out like Serena
Champagne chilled on ice from the freezer, charge it to the visa
Man please don't get this shit misunderstood
Took a while to get here but now it's all good

And it's like this and like that
Someone let em know that the wicked prince is back
So all my hustlers raise your bottles and your glass
Tonight we show the haters that we got it like that
Like that, we got it like that
Like that, we got it like that
Like that, we got it like that
Like that, we got it like that

Yeah, Trevond
Have to give my shoutouts, everybody from north, south, east to west
I'm coming to you live and direct
Thank you for fucking with a brother
Everybody out in LA and New York man, much love, much love appreciated
Even people internationally that be giving me play like UK, I see you
2-3-1 representing, we blowing up like Armageddon