Wishing

Yea
I made the hit so why they acting like the hit made me
If they switch I get to bussin' like a .680
A lil crazy like bitch pay me
Probably play for the Knicks
Before a bitch play me
Look
I just pray I make it out
Yea
Zeroes in my bank account
I just feel like Jerry Rice
The way I'm running paper routes
You living in the grass
I keep a stick you keep a snake around
Tell 'em like whoa
I tell 'em get it how you can
Never run from nothing
Never went in with a plan
God damn
God damn
Now i'm feeling like the man
And my pockets real deep
Until they sink quick sand
Oh damn
I been running it up
I see 'em running running running
They get left in the dust
I been through it
Do it if they said don't do it
I'ma fuck it up
Any obstacle I head through it
Like

Who gon' stop me now
I'm in the ring
And I feel like Rocky now
Oh I'm a king
People tryna copy down
Oh I'm gassed up
See me getting cocky now
And I'm big body rock
Can't knock me down
I'm off the moon rocks
And I'm moon walking now
Just like i'm Mike Jack
Fuck around with me
I don't like that
I blow a bag
Then I go and get it right back
I'm just tryna get my life back
Think I'm on the right path
But I gotta make a way first
Any time I see a wave surf
I know anything coming my way can't hurt
Yea
I keep on making these wishes
Hoping somebody gon' listen
Maybe I should pray more
Maybe I should pay more
Either way it goes won't make shit different
Man it started with me
I'm in attack mode
Yea
I ain't playing with 'em
They ain't got backbone
And I'm smoking 'till the pack gone
Because I'm stressed
Anytime that I'm back home
I been saying fuck it too long
I been whipping in this bucket too long
Think I hit something too strong
Think I lost my mind
Will I finally find it who knows



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Writer(s): Rocky Bowman
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