Raekwon – I Wish lyrics

Chill chill chill, let 'em rhyme man
You know what it do man
Just sit back, relax
Yelawolf what up
Raekwon in the building

I'm Alabama's own buddy
Flinstone Caprice, 1987 cuddi'
Backyard moonshine steel methadone laboratory real
Can I keep it crystal clear?
Chipped tooth type of people
Illiterate pigs who wanna see you killed type of evil
Confederate flags, I see 'em
In a truck with the windows down
Why is he playing Beanie Siegel?
"Cause his daddy was a dope man
Lynard Skynard didn't talk about moving keys of coke man
Ain't no such thing as a free bird
Billy's got that street work and he's packing a nasty heater
Trailer home trap spot
Chevys on the center blocks
Still doing donuts in the gravel parking lot
Gold ropes, cousins in a group home
And he knows every word to every Yelawolf song, bitch

I wish a motherfucka' would
Tell me that I ain't hip hop bitch you ain't hip hop
I wish a motherfucka' would
Tell me that my shit gon' flop bitch your shit gon' flop
I wish a motherfucka' would
Tell me that I ain't hip hop bitch you ain't hip hop
I wish a motherfucker would, hell naw, I wish a motherfucker would

Now let me tell you something youngsters
I'm never gonna sell you something
Unless it's that snow white we might mail you something
Me, I'm straight raw hood with it
Be at your door quick four on your jaw I got a new lick
My click a murderer niggas who love hip hop
You fuck with Yelawolf and them niggas your head goin' pop
I'm just sincere, fresh cut all up in the leer, listen
Yo leave 'em alone he brought me along
Rap, he got it I'm the crew pilot
Flyin' trains, planes, automobiles we bout it, bout it
Yo Wolf, I think they got you twisted flow
I got the biscuit on me spit in his face I'm bout to piss on homie
Who dem niggas just some Staten Island niggas
You could call us Shaolin when niggas get drunk
They hold you down my nigga
Yelawolf, Alabama's vandal scramble, this is the true ramble
Aye yo give 'em yo' handle though

I wish a motherfucka' would
Tell me that I ain't hip hop bitch you ain't hip hop
I wish a motherfucka' would
Tell me that my shit gon' flop bitch your shit gon' flop
I wish a motherfucka' would
Tell me that I ain't hip hop bitch you ain't hip hop
I wish a motherfucker would, hell naw, I wish a motherfucker would

I appreciate it Rea'
Sling shot me in quick like Talledega Motor Speed Way
King shit blue ribbon rap
Baking sodas on the kitchen rack
Chef what you need these fiends gotta hit you back
Get busy crack
I'll be in the cut just call me Mr. Is he back?
And you don't gotta call my black
I got direction, I'm a road map I'm an almanac
I'm in awe of these hogs who call on rap to ball and brag
F*ck all of that
Wu-Tang's in 'Bama bitch
Get a grip handle it
Yelas in the revival tent
Vandalist, evangelist daddies got the cannabis
Make a wish the candles lit
White boys follow this
Mamas thirty-aught-six, Long-range hollow tips
Trash huffing glue you build a airline model with
In the gutter like a empty PBR bottle is

I wish a motherfucka' would
Tell me that I ain't hip hop bitch you ain't hip hop
I wish a motherfucka' would
Tell me that my shit gon' flop bitch your shit gon' flop
I wish a motherfucka' would
Tell me that I ain't hip hop bitch you ain't hip hop
I wish a motherfucker would, hell naw, I wish a motherfucker would

I wish a motherfucka' would
I wish a motherfucka' would
I wish a motherfucka' would
I wish a motherfucka' would
I wish a motherfucka' would
I wish a motherfucka' would