[Verse 1 - Andre Nickatina]
Picture a blind man that can`t see
Meaning the beauty he`s supposed to see
God it can`t be
I (?) like a snake, the venom I spit make me shake
Look at the cakes I baked
Weed in my brain got me baptized
Unless you talkin` bout money, you ain`t sayin` shit rap wise
I`m so addicted to red licorice and fine bitches
Khan lives forever man that`s my wishes
[Verse 2 - Equipto]
My wishes, (?) intense wishes
Bruce Lee, Tupac, and Jimmy Hendrix
(?) still here to realize it, with no police around to ever read they rights
It`s how I roll, you know my lifestyle is cold
Around the globe, they treat us like Al Capone
Wish I didn`t need a blunt in my mouth to blow
But I`m so far gone that`s how it go
[Verse 3 - Andre Nickatina]
Yeah, two wishes and three bitches in the Cadillac
They wanna hit the club and this is where the party`s at
Front line and in ya face like some gold teeth
My homie said he`s like a butcher cause he loves beef
...(?) and two doors on the cutty
I had to laugh at him, cause that`s my buddy
We used to chase bitches so vicious it was delicious
I heard a lil` genie sayin "Take more wishes"
[Verse 4 - Equipto]
Wishin`, why listen to a fool really give a fuck
Don`t interrupt you stupid (?) I (?) the blunt
We get ta cuttin` like a DJ do
The game`s sheisty like a NFL replay booth
In your backpack party with all my throwbacks on
Suckas stare like they`re impressed, sayin "Oh my god"
There go the whole back wall
...(?) playin` to win
I`m in to win, I`m wishin but I couldn`t pretend
[Verse 5 - Andre Nickatina]
Shit, I side swipe you in the light(?) just like a fender bender
There go your brain with the game so you don`t remember
I`m block tonic off the chronic and I spit ebonics
Colt 45 in my eyes, so it get hypnotic(?)
The glock nine, some use it like a semari
Run for your lives, ...(?)
I hold my raps with a grip of a rubber handle
Then when I`m gone man you picture it on every channel
In grey flannel, Nicky ...(?)
When I was scarred by the game and the pain felt,
Excruciating, no duplicatin` this fury
Look at the lawyer with a grin for the (?) jury
Four wishes, more wishes, man and more bitches
Man more weed, more G`s, man and club bitches
The rap scriptures, we hold them like the bible
Imagine somebody shootin` at your idol
...(?), like Clorox make it fade
Bust it 27 ways, we did it right away
(?) weed up in heaven with the switches
Eatin` red licorice and lyin` with the bitches
I hate to do dishes, in love with my riches
Man it ain`t suspicious why you sleepin` with the fishes
These are my wishes, I got five wishes
Prime time live, gettin` high off my wishes
