Wishing

Thirty Seven Twenty Three Thirty Two YNWA
It's Chop One Hundred

I want you to hear my pain but I'm not asking you to feel it
I hope you know that lame shit you've been on gone get you finished
And I stamped my name one double o cause I'm authentic
And I got some aim boy wipe yo nose like you was sniffling
I can't match yo pack if it ain't gas, this Ninety Three supreme
I get on a track and get to spazzing Ninety Three degrees
My life action packed I treat my exes like deleted scenes, yea treat confessions like deleted scenes

I ain't flexing I ain't being mean, I ain't Jeffing bitch I'm being me
It take a special one to beat the king, I got some leverage you can lean on me
I hate a petty chick from A to Z, My reputation stay preceding
Take the steps, I never seen an elevator wait for me
Let a hater hate 'cause that ain't never changed the way I sleep
Never changed the way I eat, Never changed the way I breathe
You rappers can't compete, Maybe if we talking streams, Maybe if we talking beef
Not if we talking who be speaking when they talk on beats,
The industry just ain't for me, But Chop I'm all it need
Showing them something they never seen, bitch stop eyeballing me
Going against the grain again, giving you all of me
It's not hard to make amends but niggas be fraudulent
I can't just be shaking hands, a nigga palm be itching
Watched my niggas snake his mans, shit I wont fall a victim
All that shit be for the bands, ain't talking instrumental
Pouring up a cup of Hen, shit gone get sentimental
If I every see a shooting star again just know a nigga wishing
Wishing on a star, Done living like it's no tomorrow
How you live with a broken heart? Feel like you're torn apart
I'm so out this world that I can't feel like a local artist,
Wamm Bam a Lamb, Imma kill if you gone record it
I had Xans in my pants, real nigga come to party
I get the chance Imma sin, so repent if I come across you
Don't ask why a nigga bottled in, you can't feel in for me
Huh

I want you to hear my pain but I'm not asking you to feel it
I hope you know that lame shit you've been on gone get you finished
And I stamped my name one double o cause I'm authentic
And I got some aim boy, wipe your nose like you was sniffling
I can't have yo back if you be capping that ain't even me
Finally got some traction that's a fact, them niggas streaming me
Shorty got attached, but she's attractive she don't mean to cling
I delete the message of the fact that I ain't mean to read it
Shorty gave me head the day we met a nigga DDT'd it
Yo finessing turned to stressing off that PPP shit
I don't knock a nigga hustle if you eating eat then
Imma draw a puddle of pain with this ink pen, yea
Fuck baggage, bitches come with a duffle of secrets
Told Victoria keep it, damn near torn me to pieces
I swear the average nigga rapping a bore you to sleep
No one's forward of me, Chop your in the lead
Woke up from a dream I had a palace with Porsches and Jeeps
Stood at the door with the key, looked at the floor in defeat
Opened up some lean then thought bought Fredo, poured more in the street
Than I poured in my drink, so its sort of a pink
When you think before you talk it means more when you speak
When you mean to say "my fault" it be humble to me
It won't be me inside that chalk, that's a corpse on the street
It won't be me that's in that coffin, just off of this weed
Lil mama head game trash I was falling a sleep
Look Patna it ain't bouta, Look Patna it ain't bouta
Look Patna it ain't bouta bag you ain't talking to me
I had to studder and mumble for these lil niggas, My god
I got one dick you can't cum for me lil nigga, or fuck with me
That's why you asked why I had two hoes up at the doubletree
I ain't strapped, we doing track and that's no cap 'cause you ain't jumping me
Pay attention you'll notice who to cut off niggas cutlery
God gave me one dick no nigga ever cum for me, I will never let you come for me
I be with some, bad bitches in my company
I been tryna
What you want? She wanna, roll up a blunt for me

I want you to hear my pain but I'm not asking you to feel it
I hope you know that lame shit you've been on gone get you finished
And I stamped my name one double o cause I'm authentic
And I got some aim boy, wipe your nose like you was