Wicked

[Verse 1]
Wicked
This little life of mine, I kick it
The type of shit that make a motherfucker wish he spit it
I did it
Again
But, they wrinkled up the plans
Divvy hands so, everybody at the table eating
What you frequent?
When the stress been hidden deeper than some prevent
Nothing decent
I assume, some alcoholic beverage
Nothing pleasant when u all alone
Drinking till you gone
Tell me what you see inside thе mirror when they’re all at homе?
Nothing nice I bet..
And it seem like
No amount of ice you get would ever heal the pain
What you saying when you spitting that shit?
I mean, the same 32
It’s nothing sicker than this
You see my pen’ll do tricks
And when I tell her boy, the shit’ll get lit
It ain’t no point if you ain't fucking wit this
You see, the wicked love the wicked man
Try to smudge his plan
Nothing different when you pitch a hand &
They don’t understand
Cuz they’re used to niggas doing ‘em dirt
And if you felt hurt?
You would probably feel my pain
It’s a shame how we gifted but we’re trained to believe
You ain't shit unless you’re balling or, you’re rocking the street
Where we from? We only know about apostrophes see
Cuz they tell us that “we can’t” or, “they won’t” or, “you don’t got a chance”
And we laugh
Cuz we know they’re doing bad in life
Project that hate up out yo heart or, you just can’t get right
It’s on my mental
The constant battle of an indie artist who, busts his ass the hardest and would think that works the smartest
Just to see another rapper pop, man what you call it?
I call it “good connections” or, “that nigga sold his soul”
Cuz I ain’t into labels but I told y’all this before
Wicked love the wicked man, they’ll never rest, assured
Yea, they’ll never rest, assured
Wicked love the wicked man, they’ll never rest, assured

[Verse 2]
Wicked life
Wicked rights
Ain't no rights for real
We tried to make the most with nothing & still
Half our people out here dying from pills
The other half is well aware of all our issues & won’t bother to care
I know that shit isn’t fair

& it’s quite fucked up
We was all out of luck before the luck ran up
Try to make a buck while hating niggas sit & talk
What’s more important than the mission is, you play your part
What’s more envisioned in your head when you get your bread?
Is the lights? The chains? The women all up in yo bed?

It’s not the same as what you’re getting instead
But, the point staying down is often missed like it can’t get yo head
Yea, the money nice but, that shit is wicked
And yea, the bitch look good, but know she wicked
And yea, the lights and chains look mighty vicious but, it’s one thing that you missing is;
“The wicked love the wicked man”
I told you twice, they never listen