[Verse 1 - Andre Nickatina]
Picture a blind man that can`t see
Meanin` the beauty he`s supposed to see
God, it can`t be
I slither low like a snake, the venom I spit uh 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, studio(?) intense wishes
Bruce Lee, Tupac, and Jimmy Hendrix
(?) still here to legalize it
With no police around to ever read they rights
It`s how I roll, you know my lifestyle is gold
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 lit 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 our 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 at 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 ...(?) hypnotic
The glock nine, some use it like a samurai
Run for your lives, or picture bein` paralyzed
I hold my raps with a grip of a rubber handle
And when I`m gone, man you picture it on every channel
In grey flannel, Nicky vest and name belt(?)
When I was scarred by the game and the pain felt
Excruciatin`, no duplicatin` this fury
Look at the lawyer with a grin for the hung 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
Sneak 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
