Wishing

[Verse 1 - Nate Joel]
She dial the digits and tell me that she wanna link
I got a link full of gold
The crew is still only the bros
One day we'll live in the hills
For now we'll be hittin the road
I don't rock too many jays
I don't buy too many clothes
I rep the rack and it's real
Please do not beg for a deal
I'm sayin fuck how u feel
You shouldn't fiend for a mill
Don't spend ya money my nigga
Cuz u might be broke in a year
That record was fire to them
But we do not play that shit here
I am as good as it gets
I let it rip off the rip
We puttin ice on our wrist
But we didn't break any bones
Baby please pick up the phone
Promise I'm on the way home
Had to go write it in stone
Man up and get in ya zone, 5

[Chorus - Nate Joel]
Me and my niggas been livin to write we fell in love with this life
Me and my niggas been reppin the side only the real when we ride
Me and my niggas still rap from the heart we do this shit for the art
Me and my niggas still wish on a star, me and my, me and my

[Bridge - King P]
Me and my niggas a lot different watch as the plot thickens
We go out and get it right after we stop wishing, switchin

[Verse 2 - King P]
They owe me some money for this
Fuck all the talk I’m the illest to spit
Hustle & flow I’m like Terrence in flicks
King & Joel bout as good as gets
Plotting a diss
Keep it direct
Got no response for subliminal shit
Think bout your shot fore you fire and miss
Just a new body to add to the list
These niggas talking and typing shit
Honestly that ain’t our type of shit
I ain’t for racket around the net
That’s for Serena and Venus bitch
I get the files and body the track
Juvie at parties they bringing it back
Dreaded like Marley, the rap rastafari
Been fuck you to Bari
He sick and he wack
I know they gon feel the spill
Features still cost b I gotta pay bills
I don’t make songs like the Lil’s
I rock the party while rapping for real
We was down bad this the pay back
Find the real love where the hate at
Cuz niggas talk good when it ain’t bad
If shit was fucked up would you say that
I been on the grind
Working on the rhymes
Got my mind on my money shit
Why they telling lies
Know they selling dimes
Making songs about dealing bricks
I’m still that nigga chasing paper with the pen
I done took a lot of L’s but I’ll see M’s before the eNd, Kang