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Wishin' I could erase what we've been through Wish that I could erase me hurtin' you Wish me fuckin' these hoes made me forget you (Damn, Kai you goin' crazy) Wishin' I'd get us all out the ghetto These rap niggas can't see me though they my sons, yeah, I'm a deadbeat Value lil' things, talked to Scooby got fed time, say he miss his bedsheets Toronto vibe, she don't care if I don't put my dick in 'cause she a head freak She go bed with the dick in her mouth Call her sleepy head, she had the best sleep Studio with all the lights off I'm the same nigga when the mic off Same nigga wanna take the lights off I know that Trump still in the White House I'm hood dreamin', codeine in my bloodstream had me aggravated I lost a lot of friends, when I die, tell my mama bury me with a navigation (I'ma find them) On the road to riches, I jumped off the exit for some niggas I love I almost OD'd off them Xans, I was thinking 'bout killin' myself Made a bond with another nigga bitch even though it was time to bail (it was time to bail) His next b-day, I wanna take money down to the county jail (yeah) Wanna go overseas, I ain't no felon You still a rat if you thought 'bout tellin' Palm Angels 2k, let's walk by heaven (yeah) Percocet and the Addy (yeah) Misery loves company, my old ho sent the addy (do that) Crushed diamond emeralds on me, I don't know how it happened Drop a car, but you can't post it, 'cause you don't wanna get caught lackin' They told me money would fix everything (they lied) I dropped some tears on a hundred grand (I cried) So you sayin' I'm supposed to stack this paper up Just for you to fuck it up, for you to say I'm real? I really do not care 'bout RP's or roxies I just pray Lil Jojo get appeal (whoa, whoa, whoa) I know lot of niggas wasn't really with me, I seen they crooked smiles But this love for 'em, I wanted to give 'em veneers My homie Armani got an L, you just got a year, so whatchu crying 'bout? They ain't want me to spike the ball, I bought two Rollies, and now I got time out Fuck me up, I couldn't help Dave, I seen him on the curb dying out Wishin' I could erase what we've been through Wish that I could erase me hurtin' you Wish me fuckin' these hoes made me forget you Wishin' I'd get us all out the ghetto These rap niggas can't see me though they my sons, yeah, I'm a deadbeat Value lil' things, talked to Scooby got fed time, say he miss his bedsheets Toronto vibe, she don't care if I don't put my dick in 'cause she a head freak She go bed with the dick in her mouth Call her sleepy head, she had the best sleep Seven days in the trap, he don't want me to say it, he was goin' crazy I know a Blood who scam, he don't wanna leave the bank, he be goin' brazy Said he 'bout to see me on the 'Gram, hol' up He must not rap no more, it's bigger than that, trust me My spine hurts, 'cause I gave back so much, my niggas crutches Niggas'll tell, Cut my watch with an axe, only way my time get cutted Digital scales, once your ten is a nine, you'll die end up in custody Think 'bout the Rolls-Royce, we used to walk for hours (we talking 'bout that) Never quit the job, but we pray we get off first I'm real life rapping 'bout money even though I went got me some Lot of these niggas OG's rats in the city we from 21 pairs of Diors, I buy 'em like they Dions I know a gangsta who went to jail and got treated like a peon Writin' free my niggas on my binder, I'm in all white coats I know a trapper, he won't never buy designer, he got Off-White coke She want me to cuff her, made her fuck my brother Beat her to it, she couldn't even clap it on me Got a FaceTime with James Harden He motivate me to always keep a rocket on me I'm workin' harder on vacation, my nigga died on home invasions Got a pistol with me on probation, money orders, no visitations I'm grown, I'm still a project baby Free lunch at the recreation, yeah Sorry grandma, I ain't graduate, who the hell cares? I know niggas who got diplomas sittin' in jail cells Cartier, eight hundred for a pair, I broke three of 'em in a year span Now they book me, I came a long way from standin' in line waitin' on a wristband Wishin' I could erase what we've been through Wish that I could erase me hurtin' you Wish me fuckin' these hoes made me forget you Wishin' I'd get us all out the ghetto These rap niggas can't see me thought they my sons, yeah, I'm a deadbeat Value lil' things, talked to Scooby got fed time, say he miss his bedsheets Toronto vibe, she don't care if I don't put my dick in 'cause she a head freak She go bed with the dick in her mouth Call her sleepy head, she had the best sleep
Writer(s): Brad Douglas Paisley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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