Wishing Well - Young Roddy

Uh, started with nothing, story about the roller

Thought the road with no jam, made us work the Martin Luther

Never get caught in my feelings

There’s Biggie getting that cold G

This for them nights I was starving

So tired of ramen noodles

Never get stuck in no true

I tell you just 'bout my past

Now they call me the future

Never been with confusion

Daddy’s is taking that moben

I brought my sister her toilet, I pray she never use it

Truth be told, I’d be dead and gone if it wasn’t for music

On a road to the richest, started out and I hooped it

Kush shit living with niggas shooting, I ain’t talking hooping

No lie them niggas ruthless, she suck it just like she toothless

Now I’m stunting these niggas

All these niggas my junior

Fuck a vest in my city, them boys ain’t match your coffee

I swear this more than music

I tell you my life like a movie

I coulda been a blue chip

But this one for the crew though

'Cause they know I in good sense

They hopped up off that good shit, no bullshit

They young gods spending from the poor pit

Like God bless, they say the squad next

But I say we right now

What’s a better time to drop another bomb like funk flex?

Made it out the projects where cops never protect

The damn thing, hold up, she tryna get my last name

But hold on this bitch, wanna rhyme before this cash came

Oh Lord, I jumped off the porch into the fast lane

Selling all the young dope, I’m still in the crack game

I know some killers who don’t mind killing

I’m boss like Max Payne

Tell them niggas ain’t for the stars

But they got bad aim

Body everybody, I put that shit on the rap game

Toss a quarter in the wishing will

Shit ain’t work, my nigga still in jail

I’m talking for many years

That’s cold turkey

My homie got hooked on that tony, he nose first

I guess he soul searching

Hard time, had to see him breakfast at dinner

No heat up in his crib, had to bundle up for the winter

I murder any nigga who put his hand on my sister

If they lock me up I’m like 'who the fuck’ll come visit?'

Guess I’m uncommon

Niggas in the courthouse, singing like cold timers

Even in the dark I be shining like blood diamonds

Gotta keep that rocking

I’m feeling like Joe Johnson

No time for the nonsense

Good sense

I guess I’m uncommon

Roll up