My Wishes
Andre Nickatina feat. Equipto
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Picture a blind man that can't see
Meaning the beauty he's supposed to see, God it can't be
I slither low like a snake
The venom I spit'll make you shake
Look at the cakes I bake
Weed in my brain got me baptized
Unless you talkin' 'bout money you ain't sayin' shit rap-wise
I'm so addicted to red licorice and fine bitches
I'll live forever man and it's my wishes
My wishes, studio with ten swishes
Bruce Lee, 2Pac, and Jimi Hendrix
Peter Tosh still here to legalize it
With no police around to ever read they rights
It's how I roll you know my lifestyle is cold
Around the globe, a Judas like Al Capone
Wish I didn't need a blunt in my mouth to blow
But I'm so far gone that's how it go
Yeah, two wishes and three bitches in the Cadillac
They wanna hit the club but this is where the party's at
Front linin' in your face like some gold teeth
My homie said he's like a butcher 'cause he love beef
Raw price and two doors on the Cutty
I had to laugh at him, 'cause that's my buddy
We used to chase bitches so vicious it was delicious
I heard a little genie sayin' take more wishes
Wishin', why listen to a fool who really give a fuck?
Don't interrupt me stupid though I already lit the blunt
We get to cuttin' like a DJ dude
The game shiesty like a NFL replay booth
In your backpack party with all our throwback songs
Suckers stare like Doug E. Fresh sayin' "Oh my God"
Gamble the whole bank (Why?) Risky but playin' to win
I'm in the wind, I'm wishin' but I couldn't pretend
Shit, I sideswipe you at the light just like a fender bender
Then blow your brain with the game so you don't remember
I'm locked tonic off the chronic in a city bionics
Colt .45 in my eye so it get hypnotic
The Glock nine, some use it like a samurai
Run for your life, or picture bein' paralyzed
I hold my raps with the grip of a rubber handle
And when I throw 'em in you picture it on every channel
In gray flannel, Nicki vested name belt
When I was scarred by the game and the pain felt
It's cruciatin', no duplicatin' this theory
Look at the lawyer with a grin for the hung jury
Four wishes, more wishes man and more bitches
And more weed, more G's, and in club pictures
Man rap scriptures, we hold the mic the Bible
Imagine somebody shootin' at your idol
Ricochet then gotta get paid
Something like chloride make it fade
Bust a .27 way, we get it right away
Seek weed up in heaven with the switches
Eatin' red licorice, in line with the bitches
I hate to do dishes, in love with my riches
Man it ain't suspicious watch this nigga with the fishes
These is my wishes, I got five wishes
Prime time live gettin' high off my wishes