Tekst Utworu

And I wish on all the rainbows that I see I wish on all the people who really dream And I'm wishin' on tomorrow, prayin' it'll come And I'm wishin' on all the lovin' we've ever done (Tony Coles, ayy, turn the lights out) (I'm wishin' on a star) turn it up (To follow where you are) turn the music up on my headphones (I'm wishin' on a dream) (To follow what it means) ayy, ayy I was down on my dick, only needed one wish Ayy, told myself, "Don't go back in that fit, 'cause be real That's the shit that keep us from these riches" They do shit for the 'Gram, but act broke for these bitches Ayy, I'm a man, I take care of my children I do all this rap just to change how we livin' They don't know all the real that I come from 'em trenches Them ditches, I swear, and 'em bitches is wicked A bitch nigga reach for my chain and we blitzin' Ayy, yeah, I'm rich but still step in Balenci's Remember them days used to dream 'bout Givenchy Was hittin' 'em licks 'cause my pockets was empty Ayy, me and Tee sharin' one piece of chicken Was so fuckin' broke, couldn't even buy me a biscuit Couldn't clear out my throat 'cause the drink was 2.50 Now I'm up every month, swear I'm touchin' like 60 Ayy, bitch, I'm active, so please do not diss me 'Cause I'm quick to have niggas gone, talkin' missin' I turnt up in a year, now I'm runnin' my city Be real, ain't too many, that's just fuckin' with me Glasses cover my eyes, but I still see the pity They mad 'cause I'm up, and they quit fuckin' with me Left they ass in dust, you can tell 'cause they dingy And they broke, how the fuck you sell weed but you skimpin'? Since I touched the bag, every day, I've been drinkin' Every function we in, they respectin' is Crippin' If they don't, we on go in the club, we gon' flip 'em I remember them days, it was dubs in the kitchen I been movin' too fast, so it's lines that I'm skippin' 15 deep at my shows, see an opp and then we hit him Partner turned to a ho, tried to make me the villain Not trippin', I'm standin' on ten, and I'm wit' it, ayy Since I touched the bag, every day, I've been drinkin' Every function we in, they respectin' is Crippin' If they don't, we on go in the club, we gon' flip 'em I remember them days, it was dubs in the kitchen I been movin' too fast, so it's lines that I'm skippin' 15 deep at my shows, see an opp and then we hit him Partner turned to a ho, tried to make me the villain Not trippin', I'm standin' on ten, and I'm wit' it, ayy I was down on my dick, only needed one wish Ayy, told myself, "Don't go back in that fit, 'cause be real That's the shit that keep us from these riches" They do shit for the 'Gram, but act broke for these bitches Ayy, I'm a man, I take care of my children I do all this rap just to change how we livin' They don't know all the real that I come from 'em trenches Them ditches, I swear, and 'em bitches is wicked A bitch nigga reach for my chain and we blitzin' Ayy, yeah, I'm rich but still step in Balenci's Remember them days used to dream 'bout Givenchy Was hittin' 'em licks 'cause my pockets was empty Ayy, me and Tee sharin' one piece of chicken Was so fuckin' broke, couldn't even buy me a biscuit Couldn't clear out my throat 'cause the drink was 2.50 Now I'm up every month, swear I'm touchin' like 60 I'm wishin' on a dream To follow where you are I'm wishin' on a dream To follow what it means
Writer(s): Billie Rae Calvin, Xavier Landum, Anthony Cole Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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