Killmoves - Wishin' Lyrics

I'm wishin' on a star
To follow where you are
I'm wishin' on a dream
To follow what it means
Dreams comin' true,
I'm wishin' on a star
Dreams to realities
Envisions to get rich
Every since I've been a kid
I knew one day it'd be like this
Wrong role models
Like Escobar and Mitch
With good intentions tryna make
My whole family enriched
I remember bein' down bad
And broker than a bitch
And ain't nobody give me shit but
Them same ones I just spoke of
Since I came home
And I came up, damn
Here come that fake love,
2012 at 112
We treat that bitch like a free club
2014 got bust
Now they forgot about us
Now I feel like I been snubbed
But same time not givin' a f*ck
But ain't no daps or makin' up
Ain't no sweepin' shit
Under no rug
Cause that shit attract them bugs
And that ain't never been us
No allowance givin',
Mama still made us clean up
Elo say, "Ain't no more movin'
Sloppy. Let's clean it up"
Middle of the ocean,
Ain't no motherf*cker clean as us
Too much water on the boat,
Red flagged at customs
Took way too many L's,
Did too much drugs
And now I'm numb
With a chip on my shoulder
The size of Big Pun
It took me by surprise
How fast it could all come
Problems and some money
Seem to come in a bundle
Product of the struggle,
Came from a concrete jungle
I know I'm a beast
But continue to stay humble
Standin' on biz on all 10
And I can't fumble and if I get
Popped, it's proven I don't mumble
Wish he would in this bitch
Homie, keep on fishin',
Keep on floatin' around
With them fish
Say he gon' do what to who?
Ain't no ***** did shit
Don't make that side of me come
Out and set it off in this bitch
And you'll regret it off
In this bitch remember times
When I ain't have shit
Wishin' I had this but not no more
Cause I'm gifted
I do what I want
And anything I want I go get
Brody say keep swingin'
And my bitch say I don't miss
I'ma make it happy,
Leave that wishin'
Up to them fish
Wish a ***** would
Play with me,
Infatuated by Big Meech
As a young *****,
Seein' BMF on my screen
Picture me rollin' like Pac,
Gotta keep the glock
Cause ****** still pocket watch
Time tickin' better
Get your shot off
Before the buzzer
Or the stop clock
They see ya knots
And leave less like braids
Free my cousin out the cage,
****** took the stand
They ain't how we was raised, I'm still in the days
Trap gettin' hot,
Gotta close down for a day
Go to another state,
I ain't worried about
Losin' clientele,
Steady runnin' through them scales
Take me to the store,
I gotta get some more baggies
Trap doin' numbers and that's
On a daily, no Noah
Gotta watch out for these rats
And these damn cobras
Never let them see you sweat,
Gotta keep your composure
Thay ain't in my range but
I see them tryna move closer
Unplug them like a system,
You know that's game over
Wishin' I wasn't so colder
Still remember the smell
Of that dope aroma
Still wearin' my feelings
On my shoulder
Still missin' my cousin,
Wishin' I could hold her
Wish I never f*ck with you *****
I guess that's my karma, paranoia,
Steady clutchin', change gears
Switch a ***** face like a 98 Honda you don't want them problems