I Wish
I want my name right up there with them
Want my pain upholstered to pen
Is it, but now we heard your ass been depressed
So we threw a little tissue in the all-black Benz
And I ball two walls of a broke-out rim
Runnin' fives on my demons in a home-court gym
Like, "Ooh, I run this bitch
Fuck off my court, this grown man biz"
I sip on Jameson alone a lot
Did it to myself again
Them boys who used to own the block
On flights collecting wealth again
But that don't make the lonely stop
So, let it all fall down
Need some dinner for the ballot in a all-black gown
Letterman legends is on the keys background
I swear, it's all so vivid
'Fore I left and now you wanna call back trippin'
Just like, "Damn, I didn't ask you to do all that"
She like, "What, you ain't think that I knew all that?"
"It's a courtesy, baby, you put me through all that"
She like, "Shit, wish you the best, wish you good luck"
I wish
I wish I was up, hey
Wish I had a million
Wish my mama had enough, hey
Wish that when I get it I could give my friends a cut, hey
I wish, I wish, I wish they told me, "Boy, you wish too much", hey
I just wanna be up
I wish I was up, hey
Wish I had a million
Wish my mama had enough, hey
Wish that when I get it I could give my friends a cut, hey
I wish, I wish, I wish they told me, "Boy, you wish too much", hey
I just wanna be up
If the high-house roll, then so do I
Play it back, drop three like 40 times
I get high all day, waste shorty's time
And y'all still ask plugs, "What forty buy?"
I don't know, ain't met, but know they hype
And the sun come up like every morning
So I'm still act like I stole they light
But there's too much on my plate
To look at yours and ever worry 'bout some past mistakes I
Made before I knew that life was more than just my street
More than sipping on my stoop
More than pissing off my teach
Bring the bucket through valet
I feel like Bayside with the screech (Skrrt)
Got a Kelly in my grip
Find Eliza for the three
If my wife for company
I just wanna be up
Wish I had a million
Wish I felt like I'm enough
I just wanna be up
I wish I was up, hey
Wish I had a million
Wish my mama had enough, hey
Wish that when I get it I could give my friends a cut, hey
I wish, I wish, I wish they told me, "Boy, you wish too much", hey
I just wanna be up
I wish I was up, hey
Wish I had a million
Wish my mama had enough, hey
Wish that when I get it I could give my friends a cut, hey
I wish, I wish, I wish they told me, "Boy, you wish too much", hey
I just wanna be up
Want my pain upholstered to pen
Is it, but now we heard your ass been depressed
So we threw a little tissue in the all-black Benz
And I ball two walls of a broke-out rim
Runnin' fives on my demons in a home-court gym
Like, "Ooh, I run this bitch
Fuck off my court, this grown man biz"
I sip on Jameson alone a lot
Did it to myself again
Them boys who used to own the block
On flights collecting wealth again
But that don't make the lonely stop
So, let it all fall down
Need some dinner for the ballot in a all-black gown
Letterman legends is on the keys background
I swear, it's all so vivid
'Fore I left and now you wanna call back trippin'
Just like, "Damn, I didn't ask you to do all that"
She like, "What, you ain't think that I knew all that?"
"It's a courtesy, baby, you put me through all that"
She like, "Shit, wish you the best, wish you good luck"
I wish
I wish I was up, hey
Wish I had a million
Wish my mama had enough, hey
Wish that when I get it I could give my friends a cut, hey
I wish, I wish, I wish they told me, "Boy, you wish too much", hey
I just wanna be up
I wish I was up, hey
Wish I had a million
Wish my mama had enough, hey
Wish that when I get it I could give my friends a cut, hey
I wish, I wish, I wish they told me, "Boy, you wish too much", hey
I just wanna be up
If the high-house roll, then so do I
Play it back, drop three like 40 times
I get high all day, waste shorty's time
And y'all still ask plugs, "What forty buy?"
I don't know, ain't met, but know they hype
And the sun come up like every morning
So I'm still act like I stole they light
But there's too much on my plate
To look at yours and ever worry 'bout some past mistakes I
Made before I knew that life was more than just my street
More than sipping on my stoop
More than pissing off my teach
Bring the bucket through valet
I feel like Bayside with the screech (Skrrt)
Got a Kelly in my grip
Find Eliza for the three
If my wife for company
I just wanna be up
Wish I had a million
Wish I felt like I'm enough
I just wanna be up
I wish I was up, hey
Wish I had a million
Wish my mama had enough, hey
Wish that when I get it I could give my friends a cut, hey
I wish, I wish, I wish they told me, "Boy, you wish too much", hey
I just wanna be up
I wish I was up, hey
Wish I had a million
Wish my mama had enough, hey
Wish that when I get it I could give my friends a cut, hey
I wish, I wish, I wish they told me, "Boy, you wish too much", hey
I just wanna be up
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Writer(s): Jerry Don Stiles
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