Cyhi The Prynce - I Wish (Remix) lyrics

[Yelawolf] I wish a motherf**er the best of a lucka s**ers can kiss my pickle, adjust your lip up and f**ing pucker I got pull like a trucker, specifically southern Louisville Slugger Tucked on the Chevy rubber to bust your bubble Hug your mother, don't lie to your brother You know Yela's trouble, call the police, look at these bleeding knuckles Alabama's elephant feet rumble, get pummelled and beat Underneath the concrete like a street plumber Give me the bucks from in the trees hundreds of leaves Cover the Mossy Oak sleeves I got it, believe it momma Corny motherf**ers we shuck em And animals, we stuff em, a cannibal, he's bluffing nah Woke up in the morning with a f**ing pen and a pistol I put one to the paper, I put one to my fears Stuck up a shop with the pen then I shot up my notebook I'm reading bullet holes, I wish you f**ing would [Hook:] I wish a motherf**er would tell me that I ain't hip hop b**h you ain't hip hop I wish a motherf**er would tell me that my sh** gonna flop b**h your sh** sh** gonna flop I wish a motherf**er would tell me that I ain't hip hop b**h you ain't hip hop I wish a motherf**er would I wish a motherf**er would [CyHi Da Prince] Hello all my fellow crooks as I let the cigarello cook I'm kool-aid, I got that ghetto hook I got a white b**h who said she went to Pebblebrook Graduated in '03 and love Yelawolf I got more numbers than a yellow book And I took more shots than Carmelo took So I'm used to being an underdog Send my goons to come a**ault every last one of y'all No wonder all they broads take their pajamas off Lick up under balls whenever I want to call I'm a convict but I don't wear orange I'm so raw, catch me in my rare form I been fly, my momma gave birth to me on a plane n***a so I guess you could say I'm airborne I'm running my city getting my mayor on Stay on my grizzly, you know I bear arms [Hook:] I wish a motherf**er would try to run up on me, I keep that clip co*ked I wish a motherf**er would tell that ain't kush that's in my ziploc I wish a motherf**er would tell me I ain't hip hop, b**h my sh** hot I wish a motherf**er would I wish a motherf**er would [Pill] Au contraire mon frere one pure pain giver Don't ingest this, it might cause corrosion of the liver Yeah toxic, drop-kick opponents on arrival This ain't hip hop, this is the manual to survival Take notes fake folks, imitators and lovers Of true life G's risen up from the gutter I'm on somethin', different from the rest of you rappers And that's real sh**, Pill spits exactly what happened This is chemistry? Please explain the vivid scenes of what occurred on streets And I doubt if you know what it really means Cultural differences divide us and our nemesis When music is the food for living I think we all forgetting this Born into poverty, hard torn obviously Dad gone so we trying to figure out how to eat Older brother hustling, momma working overtime Now I'm standing in the kitchen whipping baking soda time [Hook:] I wish a motherf**er would tell me this ain't straight drop yams fresh out the pot I wish a motherf**er would tell me this ain't a trap spot serving it to a block I wish a motherf**er would tell me this ain't a yam shop, come and order your rocks I wish a motherf**er would I wish a motherf**er would