Stars

[Chorus]
I used to wish upon the stars to get my homie back
Nah, but it don't work like that
I used to wish upon the stars to get my homie back
Nah, but it don't work like that
I used to wish upon the stars to get my brodie back
Nah, but it don't work like that
I used to wish upon the stars to get my homie back
Nah, but it don't work like that

[Verse]
And if they do that dirt on me, then I'mma do that dirt right back
And if you put that hurt on me, then I'mma put that hurt right back
No one told Lil' Zuly put them hollows in his shirt like that
Some nights I have a pot to piss in, screamin' fuck the opposition
Not to mentions niggas tryin' rob me so I caught the Smith N'
Seein' soldiers dyin' pray to god them other shots was missin'
Middle of the war just sittin' tired tryin' to talk to bitches
Tired of them bullets flyin' at me started coppin' bitches
I ain't never had designer I'm just tryin' to cop Givenchy
Tryin' to run that bag when niggas spendin' money poppin' pillies
Tuckin' semis sittin' up on coolers like its fuckin' sticky
Uh, I had a Glock in my wrist, turned heartless, my mans popped and I hopped in the street
2013, I got the news my baby restin' in peace
I made an oath me and my bro' gon' leave a mess in these streets
Had text in the [?] before I started stretchin' these beats
But luckily me and my team, see we got blessed with a dream
I gotta make it with this rap can't see me strapped on the scene
Hollow tips'll open his back you see his flesh when you scream
So many times that I had quit rappin', I was diss rappin'
All the time we wasn't lackin', shit, but something still happened
Six had bonded off with a hammer but he was still packin'
Odds against me, one in a million and shit, they still stackin'
'Member bitches die for that nigga but is they still laughin', is it still funny
Nowadays know these bitches can't get a mil' from me, ate me and she still hungry
Told her friend that she used to date me, but shit she still fuck me
I can't make no [?] in my latest she probably steal from me
Lot of niggas really be fakin', nigga these real stories
Lot of niggas really be hatin', say I'mma kill Corey
I'mma spill Corey, but catch me nigga I'm still Corey
After we lost time we in jail, said was something real fo' me
Totin' on that hammer and blazin' shit could get real gory
They said when it's rainin', it's pourin', nigga it's real stormy
Pull up on 'em, give 'em a shot from out of this steel .40
Cuff that bitch, I gave her my heart like she was my real shorty
I heard that the bitch was a thot I know and I still did it
Know that most of my niggas got shot but homie I'm still with it
Know I can't bring Charlie to life but homie I still wish it

[Chorus]
I used to wish upon the stars to get my homie back
Nah, but it don't work like that
I used to wish upon the stars to get my brodie back
Nah, but it don't work like that
I used to wish upon the stars to get my homie back
Nah, but it don't work like that
I used to wish upon the stars to get my brodie back
Nah, but it don't work like that