Wish Me Well

Lyrics

[Intro] But your mind and your desire Will guarantee me with something (LB Bizness) [Verse 1: Phonte, Phonte & Rapper Big Pooh] Wish me well or call me Ishmael Croquettes and grits, nigga, this is that fish scale This is that dispelled rumor that we not active My man said, "'Te, come and get your plaque" And when I came and got it, saw our names was misspelled Pulled out the parking lot and almost fishtailed [Verse 2: Rapper Big Pooh, Rapper Big Pooh & Phonte] Pulled out receipts to show my heart don't tell tales Legends of the fall, I should be appalled But that's par for the course LB, we foot soldiеrs who don't march to the beat (No) Everybody's favoritе, let's keep it discreet (Oh) Two sets of footprints laid out at the beach Avoiding waves Here, my dear, let's listen to Marvin Gaye [Verse 3: Phonte, Phonte & Rapper Big Pooh] On a gramophone playing "Anna's Song" just to say You're coming on to me And I want you horizontally, pronto So roll that fronto leaf like Tonto, Tonto Yeah, that's tonto meat You have the right to act irresponsibly Shouts to the ruler, I'm always indebted Made my first record on a okay computer 'Cause I saw where the radio was headed And still said fuck 'em like a nigga had a fetish [Verse 4: Rapper Big Pooh] They should have been vetted Every one of y'all get some credit Filled two sets of books, but we never saw a check What you need in life? Is it money or respect? When you got power, then you know you're getting both The road less traveled, then you know you're getting close [Verse 5: Phonte] And if they bought your ass a chain That's your budget getting choked That's a nope for me, dawg, not willing to do something strange Be at the mercy of others pullin' the puppet strings I say it gladly, I'm not Milton Bradley So stop playin' on my fuckin' name A long way from when I weighed a buck and change Heavyweight shit We just make shit to shake all the competition up like Clubber Lang What a fuckin' shame [Verse 6: Rapper Big Pooh] And another thang Wish me well or call me Simon To no one's surprise It's looking like we morphing into Lord of the Flies I just want a slice while maintaining my peace I don't need the whole pie [Verse 7: Phonte] Yo, wish me well or call me Ishmael I'm leaving here with something, you can call me Denzel Everybody know it's LB, nigga