Wishin (feat. Common)

I'm sending my killers to the store for Patron and Danish

My nigga, my nigga, I would go get it myself, but I'm famous

And I ain't never changing, I'm never done paying my dues

My mind frame is "I'm forever making my payments"

I walk by a so called tough guy, watch him tuck his chain in

No snatching though, watch what you put my fucking name in

Kind of like an armless actor playing an action role

I'm out on the west copping like Axel Foley, ask the police

But at least I'm active though

I bought my bitch an ass then wrote it off on my taxes

Listed it as an independent backing like Macklemore

Half of my clique is bastards

The other half of my clique don't know half of the kids they have

It's savage, that's average though

Like 30k a year spent on yeast

In order to walk in the streets

In my shoes, you're gon need Flintstone feet

And room for baggage, and room in your Nikes

So they can hypothetically tag your toe

Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more about rhyme no more

Cause I'm so raw

Will I win? ain't an if, it's a when

Kind of like asking "what time is karma gon find Solar"

So tomorrow, in hindsight, if you an artist, death's near, the fans know

What you draw falls on deaf ears like Van Gogh

I chose rap glory over the stratosphere

No plaques or trophies, I already have them here

(Let's go, Preem)

I'm just trying to leave my mark but I've got the same backstory as a tatted tear

The kind of frame I prefer to see the world through

Don't ask me nothing about Budden

I suppose I propose to all my girls too

I'm in the Forbes in in a pearl suit

Bitches know the score like Sheryl Swoopes

You know they say that you dying if you ain't living good

I'm dumping a hit man's salary worth of quarters down the world's largest wishing well

Wishing a nigga would

(Wishing a nigga would)

Ladies and gentlemen

I think my record speaks for itself

A rival of survival, idle movement and chatter

We was stepping in the Chi before we knew the ladder

Climb up till your time's up, a daily reminder

My daily operation is to spark the population

Salutation to the nation of the Nubians and hooligans

That knew me when we was boxing niggas up in Julian

The bond that I have with the Quran and the math

Supreme talk, I'm walking a king's walk

Watch it vibrate, while I take the wings off

Straight out of Chitown where they get that lean off

Fiends cough for serum, hitters rally rally like it's Durham

You in Illinois, we don't know what can cure 'em

I'm sicker than most of them from the 'Go so the flow don't end

Come get it bae like you from Oakland

I'm in the building and this my grand opening

I'm postering them niggas that were supposed to been

Doper than more pussy than fallopian

These are the sounds of days that are passed

Kick in the door waving the .44

K's in the floorboards, stays in the Waldorf

I will board a jet cheap, fly to where you're sure to get deep

To show your crew my immortal technique

I'll elaborate, sixteen pistols and extendos

Hidden inside three or four twelve hundred crates

If we at war, I'll exaggerate

Sweep up the streets till the clique clean

Shoot you while we watch the tables turn like a DWYCK scene

Street sweeper, knock his head clean off his body

Then keep sweeping long enough to clean off his body

Lean off the bottle then fly a nigga queen off to Cabo

Then have her feeding me papayas and grapes, I'm an acquired taste

If you don't like me, acquire some taste

And all I talk about is murdering

All you do is test pros, I'll shoot you while you protest

Shout to all my brothers and my sisters out in Ferguson

The police want us shot

And you gon be the next to drop in front of that donut shop

We record a new dimension of history

I kicked my habits in Visvim sneakers

And developed into the new now

Win Animal Planet

I got me a plaque and a Grammy while i'm going zoo now

Me still being irrelevant

Then became the elephant in the room now

(Is he ever gonna fall off?) No

I walk by so-called tough guy

Watch him pass me nervous after I passed him

He gon' get with the street life or

He gon' turn the other cheek like a half done ass job

Sitting right in front of a plastic surgeon

Then I jump in the black Suburban

Snatch the curtain, wrapping your R&B act in it

After I squeeze 21 entries

And it ain't no need to ask for IDs

I'm certain that if you offend me then it shall get windy

And that's right before the Mac 10 is working, click

And it ain't no irony in the fact that I am giving you fire

And that fire comes after the earth, wind, whew

Preme in his prime, I'm in my prime

("You know it can never be imitated")

("Shout outs to Royce, Primo

It's Common Sense, Big Illinois")