Make A Wish

[Intro: Beedie]
It's Beedie, hah
Let's do it
You ready there?

[Chorus: [?] & Beedie]
You'd better believe it, so brake the car
And don't forget to cross your fingers (Cross 'em, make a wish, baby)
And make a wish, I'll pray to God
You'd better believe it, so brake the car
And don't forget to cross your fingers
And make a wish, I'll pray to God
You'd better believe it, so brake the car
And don't forget to cross your fingers
And make a wish, I'll pray to God (I made a wish that I would be the star)

[Verse 1: Beedie]
In my life I feel like I had it all
Seen a lot, what? Seen a lot
Wish I could sit with piña colada
With my feet up, but not out of my mind
Sip this to any kind of song
There's somethin' about the sun that make you just wanna shine
Intertwined with divine [?]
Old man rappers sour like lime
Been on my grind, crossed that bridge
Seen dark times, what it is? What it is?
Eatin' my lunch, don't touch my chips
Man, dealt this hand, I clench my fist
If I get the strength, then my fingers crossed
Crossed off that list, I paid my cost
Now take my loss (I did), said, get to know me
Heart-heartbreaks and dead homies
See, what I've done so far
Gon' go hard 'til the day I'm gone
[?] that's free promo, I'll play along
My attitude: fuck everybody
Doin' me, hate me or love me
Up early, I'm schemin'
And I know it's real, 'cause I seen it, I ain't dreamin'

[Chorus: [?] & Beedie]
You'd better believe it (Right?), so brake the car
And don't forget to cross your fingers
And make a wish, I'll pray to God
You'd better believe it, so brake the car
And don't forget to cross your fingers
And make a wish, I'll pray to God (I made a wish that I would be the star)

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, floating off wax
Ask where I be going, and trust where I'm at
In a brand new Porsche, blowing strong
Man, you can do anything when your money long
Like tat your whole body
All this hard work I put in, catchin' up finally
And I travel so much, got me thinking all cloudy
And my niggas all riding
And you know I got that strong when I pull up, it's not a prolly
K, come to my hotel room, I got goons in the lobby, Church
I milk the game for what it's worth
I smoke more than what you worth
Ride to my city, did a bunch of dirt
Balmain ass and expensive shirt
'Bout money but the drugs is first
Niggas turn into fam, but they was busses first
And there's nothing worse
Wax thicker than some Mrs. Butterworth's
Better throw it in the freezer
Smoke 'til I got amnesia
Still shop, bad teaser
Y'all know the procedure, hands up!

[Chorus: [?] & Wiz Khalifa]
You'd better believe it, so brake the car (Yeah, mhm)
And don't forget to cross your fingers (Khalifa, man, Beedie, what up? Taylor Gang)
And make a wish, I'll pray to God (Not gon' lie, man, I'm high as fuck, haha)
You'd better believe it, so brake the car
And don't forget to cross your fingers
And make a wish, I'll pray to God

[Outro: Beedie]
Can't believe that I’d get so far
I made a wish that I would be the star
In my life I feel like I had it all
It all, it all, it all