Wishin Lyrics - Prhyme - Prhyme

I'm sending my killers to the store for Patron and Danish 

My nigga, my nigga, I would go get it myself, but I'm famous 

And I ain't never changing, I'm never done paying my dues 

My mind frame is "I'm forever making my payments" 

I walk by a so called tough guy, watch him tuck his chain in 

No snatching though, watch what you put my fucking name in 

Kind of like an armless actor playing an action role 

I'm out on the west copping like Axel Foley, ask the police 

But at least I'm active though 

I bought my bitch an ass then wrote it off on my taxes 

Listed it as an independent backing like Macklemore 

Half of my clique is bastards 

The other half of my clique don't know half of the kids they having 

Savage, that's average though 

Like 30k a year spent on yeast 

In order to walk in the streets 

In my shoes, you're gon need Flintstone feet 

And room for baggage, and room in your Nikes 

So they can hypothetically tag your toe 

Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more about rhyme no more 

Cause I'm so raw 

Will I win? ain't an if, it's a when 

Kind of like asking "what time is karma gon find Solar" 

So tomorrow, in hindsight, if you an artist, death's near, the fans know 

What you draw falls on deaf ears like Van Gogh 

I chose rap glory over the stratosphere 

No plaques or a trophy, I already have them here 

(Let's go, Preem) 

I'm just trying to leave my mark but I've got the same backstory as a tatted tear 

The kind of frame I prefer to see the world through 

Don't ask me nothing about Budden 

I suppose I propose to all my girls too 

I'm in the Forbes in in a pearl suit 

Bitches know the score like Sheryl Swoopes 

You know they say that you dying if you ain't living good 

I'm dumping a hit man's salary worth of quarters down the world's largest wishing well 

Wishing a nigga would 

(Wishing a nigga would) 

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Ladies and gentlemen 

I think my record speaks for itself 

A rival of survival, idle movement and chatter 

We was stepping in the Chi before we knew the ladder 

Climb up till your time's up, but daily reminder 

My daily operation is to spark the population 

Salutation to the nation of the Nubians and hooligans 

That knew me when we was boxing niggas up in Julian 

The bond that I have with the Quran and the math 

Supreme talk, I'm walking a king's walk 

Watch it vibrate, while I take the wings off 

Straight out of Chitown where they get that lean off 

Fiends cough for serum, hitters rally rally like it's Durham 

You in Illinois, we don't know what can cure 'em 

I'm sicker than most of them from the 'Go so the flow don't end 

Come get it bae like you from Oakland 

I'm in the building and this my grand opening 

I'm posturing with them niggas that were supposed to been 

Doper than more pussy than fallopian 

Photos 

These are the sounds of days that are passed 

Kick in the door waving the .44 

K's in the floorboards, stays in the Waldorf 

I will board a jet cheap, fly the way for sure to get deep 

To show your crew my immortal technique 

I'll elaborate, sixteen pistols and extendos 

Hidden inside three or four twelve hundred crates 

If we at war, I'll exaggerate 

Sweep up the streets till the clique clean 

Shoot you while we watch the tables turn like a twig scene 

Street sweeper, knock his head clean off his body 

Then keep sweeping long enough to clean off his body 

Lean off the bottle then fly a nigga queen off to Cabo 

Then have her feeding me papayas and grapes, I'm an acquired taste 

If you don't like me, acquire some taste 

And all I talk about is murdering 

All you do is test pros, I'll shoot you while you protest 

Shout to all my brothers and my sisters out in Ferguson 

The police want us shot 

And you gon be the next to drop in front of that donut shop 

We record a new dimension of history 

I kick my habits of visvims 

Sneakers and developed into the new now 

When animal planet 

I got me a plaque and a grammy while i'm going zoo now 

Me still being irrelevant 

Then became the elephant in the room now 

(Is he ever gonna fall off?) No 

I walk by so-called tough guy 

Watch him pass me nervous after I passed him 

He gon' get with the street life or 

He gon' turn the other cheek like a half done ass job 

Sitting right in front of a plastic surgeon 

Then I jump in the black suburban 

Snatch the curtain, wrapping your R&B act in it 

After I squeeze 21 entries 

And it ain't no need to ask for IDs 

I'm certain that if you offend me then it shall get windy 

And that's right before the Mac 10 is working, click 

And it ain't no irony in the fact that I am giving you fire 

And that fire comes after the earth when, whew 

Preme in his prime, I'm in my prime 

("You know it can never be imitated") ("Shout outs to Royce")