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More Than Wishes
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YSL Reggie
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(Suape, not again) (CorMill these n***as sounding crazy) b*tch we came from section eight No food up on my plate Remember running from the jakes Them crackers on my case I've been sippin gin and juice to fade the pain away They took my homie why they have to make a fade away Yeah we was suppose to go from rags to riches We was suppose to make it out and f*ck the baddest b*tches They ripped my heart in pieces I need more than stitches I wish my dawg was here but I need more than wishes yeah Pour me up a drank I could give a f*ck bout what you think Could think i'm losing my mind is turning blank I was sitting in that cell when I picked up the phone I heard some crying momma told he caught one in his dome and no no no no and he wasn't alone My cousin caught like 3 now he can't walk on his own He told his (?) never make it never sit on the throne N***as start to showing love and all that sh*t when he gone like N***a where the f*ck were you when we had nothing to eat We was posted on them corners we ain't have no where to sleep Used to play that basketball but fell victim to the streets They left his body on the bed his blood all up on the sheet Momma crying auntie crying everybody traumatized I know they hurt I see the pain up in they eyes My broski gon but through his music he survive They killed my brother so you know that we gon ride b*tch we came from section eight No food up on my plate Remember running from the jakes Them crackers on my case I've been sippin gin and juice to fade the pain away They took my homie why they have to make a fade away Yeah we was suppose to go from rags to riches We was suppose to make it out and f*ck the baddest b*tches They ripped my heart in pieces I need more than stitches I wish my dawg was here but I need more than wishes yeah It's B4M you know we balling to the death of me See every time I close my eyes that sh*t affecting me And I been trying pray to god if he accepting me My brother watching from the sky know that he blessing me For here my to make these millions Gotta run it up and stack it to the ceiling N***as saying they don't give a f*ck bout how they feeling I'm sipping Henny cause it help me with the healing the healing Man f*ck all this fake love just let me beef in peace My dawgs would f*ck the city up just take them off the leash Imma paint a picture big enough to get up off the streets And put some food up on my plate so we can f*cking eat But why they always take the good guys Why they always gotta make my f*cking hood cry Feel like TwoTiime swear to god we got hood ties Reminiscing fell in love with all the good times You're rude wit'it crodie We're keepin' that my n***a We're just gonna keep going Do it! Do it! Do it! f*ck that sh*t b*tch we came from section eight No food up on my plate Remember running from the jakes Them crackers on my case I've been sippin gin and juice to fade the pain away They too my homie why they have to make a fade away Yeah we was suppose to go from rags to riches We was suppose to make it out and f*ck the baddest b*tches They ripped my heart in pieces I need more than stitches I wish my dawg was here but I need more than wishes yeah
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