My Wishes - Equipto Lyrics - Bullets - Andre Nickatina

[Verse 1 - Andre Nickatina] 

Picture a blind man that can't see 

Meaning the beauty he's supposed to see 

God it can't be 

I thizz alone like a snake, the venom I spit make me shake 

Look at the cakes I baked 

Weed in my brain got me baptized 

Unless you talkin' bout money, you ain't sayin' shit rap wise 

I'm so addicted to red licorice and fine bitches 

Khan lives forever man that's my wishes 

[Verse 2 - Equipto] 

My wishes, we owe intense wishes 

Bruce Lee, Tupac, and Jimmy Hendrix Peter Tosh 

still here to leagalize it, with no police around to ever read they rights 

It's how I roll, you know my lifestyle is cold 

Around the globe, they treat us like Al Capone 

Wish I didn't need a blunt in my mouth to blow 

But I'm so far gone that's how it go 

[Verse 3 - Andre Nickatina] 

Yeah, two wishes and three bitches in the Cadillac 

They wanna hit the club but this is where the party's at 

Front line and in ya face like some gold teeth 

My homie said he's like a butcher cause he loves beef 

raw pipes and two doors on the cutty 

I had to laugh at him, cause that's my buddy 

We used to chase bitches so vicious it was delicious 

I heard a lil' genie sayin "Take more wishes" 

[Verse 4 - Equipto] 

Wishin', why listen to a fool really give a fuck 

Don't interrupt you stupid you know I already hit the blunt 

We get ta cuttin' like a DJ do 

The game's sheisty like a NFL replay booth 

In your backpack party with all my throwbacks on 

Suckas stare like they're impressed, sayin "Oh my god" 

There go the whole bank wadd 

...just keep 'em playin' to win 

I'm in to win, I'm wishin but I couldn't pretend 

[Verse 5 - Andre Nickatina] 

Shit, I side swipe you in the light just like a fender bender 

There go your brain with the game so you don't remember 

I'm block tonic off the chronic and I spit ebonics 

Colt 45 in my eyes, so it get hypnotic 

The glock nine, some use it like a samuari 

Run for your lives, or picture being paralized 

I hold my raps with a grip of a rubber handle 

Then when I'm gone man you picture it on every channel 

In grey flannel, Nicky bust a name belt 

When I was scarred by the game and the pain felt, 

Excruciating, no duplicatin' this fury 

Look at the lawyer with a grin for the hung jury 

Four wishes, more wishes, man and more bitches 

Man more weed, more G's, man and club bitches 

The rap scriptures, we hold them like the bible 

Imagine somebody shootin' at your idol 

...(? sun like Clorox make it fade 

Bust it 27 ways, we did it right away 

Sneak weed up in heaven with the switches 

Eatin' red licorice and lyin' with the bitches 

I hate to do dishes, in love with my riches 

Man it ain't suspicious why you sleepin' with the fishes 

These are my wishes, I got five wishes 

Prime time live, gettin' high off my wishes