Wishing Well

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Uh, started with nothing, story about the roller Thought the road with no jam, made us work the Martin Luther Never get caught in my feelings There's Biggie getting that cold G This for them nights I was starving So tired of ramen noodles Never get stuck in no true I tell you just 'bout my past Now they call me the future Never been with confusion Daddy's is taking that moben I brought my sister her toilet, I pray she never use it Truth be told, I'd be dead and gone if it wasn't for music On a road to the richest, started out and I hooped it Kush shit living with niggas shooting, I ain't talking hooping No lie them niggas ruthless, she suck it just like she toothless Now I'm stunting these niggas All these niggas my junior Fuck a vest in my city, them boys ain't match your coffee I swear this more than music I tell you my life like a movie I coulda been a blue chip But this one for the crew though 'Cause they know I in good sense They hopped up off that good shit, no bullshit They young gods spending from the poor pit Like God bless, they say the squad next But I say we right now What's a better time to drop another bomb like funk flex? Made it out the projects where cops never protect The damn thing, hold up, she tryna get my last name But hold on this bitch, wanna rhyme before this cash came Oh Lord, I jumped off the porch into the fast lane Selling all the young dope, I'm still in the crack game I know some killers who don't mind killing I'm boss like Max Payne Tell them niggas ain't for the stars But they got bad aim Body everybody, I put that shit on the rap game Toss a quarter in the wishing will Shit ain't work, my nigga still in jail I'm talking for many years That's cold turkey My homie got hooked on that tony, he nose first I guess he soul searching Hard time, had to see him breakfast at dinner No heat up in his crib, had to bundle up for the winter I murder any nigga who put his hand on my sister If they lock me up I'm like 'who the fuck'll come visit?' Guess I'm uncommon Niggas in the courthouse, singing like cold timers Even in the dark I be shining like blood diamonds Gotta keep that rocking I'm feeling like Joe Johnson No time for the nonsense Good sense I guess I'm uncommon Roll up