PRhyme, Common - Wishin' lyrics

I'm sending my killers to the
Store for Patron and Danish
My nigga, my nigga, I would go get it myself
But I'm famous and I ain't never changing
I'm never done paying my dues
My mind frame is "I'm
Forever making my payments"
I walk by a so called tough guy
Watch him tuck his chain in
No snatching though
Watch what you put my fucking name in
Kind of like an armless actor
Playing an action role
I'm out on the west copping like Axel Foley
Ask the police
But at least I'm active though
I bought my bitch an ass then
Wrote it off on my taxes
Listed it as an independent
Backing like Macklemore
Half of my clique is bastards


The other half of my clique don't know
Half of the kids they have
It's savage, that's average though
Like 30k a year spent on yeast
In order to walk in the streets
In my shoes, you're gon need Flintstone feet
And room for baggage, and room in your Nikes
So they can hypothetically tag your toe
Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more
About rhyme no more cause I'm so raw
Will I win? ain't an if, it's a when
Kind of like asking "what time
Is karma gon find Solar"
So tomorrow, in hindsight, if you
An artist, death's near, the fans know
What you draw falls on deaf
Ears like Van Gogh
I chose rap glory over the stratosphere
No plaques or trophies
I already have them here (Let's go, Preem)
I'm just trying to leave my mark but I've
Got the same backstory as a tatted tear
The kind of frame I prefer
To see the world through
Don't ask me nothing about Budden
I suppose I propose to all my girls too
I'm in the Forbes in in a pearl suit
Bitches know the score like Sheryl Swoopes
You know they say that you dying
If you ain't living good
I'm dumping a hit man's salary worth of
Quarters down the world's
Largest wishing well wishing a nigga would
(Wishing a nigga would)

Ladies and gentlemen
I think my record speaks for it'self

A rival of survival
Idle movement and chatter
We was stepping in the Chi
Before we knew the ladder
Climb up till your time's up
A daily reminder
My daily operation is to spark the population
Salutation to the nation of
The Nubians and hooligans
That knew me when we was
Boxing niggas up in Julian
The bond that I have with
The Quran and the math
Supreme talk, I'm walking a king's walk
Watch it vibrate, while I take the wings off
Straight out of Chitown where they
Get that lean off fiends cough for serum
Hitters rally rally like it's Durham
You in Illinois
We don't know what can cure 'em
I'm sicker than most of them from the
'Go so the flow don't end
Come get it bae like you from Oakland
I'm in the building and this my grand opening
I'm postering them niggas that
Were supposed to been
Doper than more pussy than fallopian

These are the sounds of days that are passed

Kick in the door waving the 44
K's in the floorboards, stays in the Waldorf
I will board a jet cheap
Fly to where you're sure to get deep
To show your crew my immortal technique
I'll elaborate, sixteen pistols and extendos
Hidden inside three or four
Twelve hundred crates
If we at war, I'll exaggerate
Sweep up the streets till the clique clean
Shoot you while we watch the tables
Turn like a DWYCK scene street sweeper
Knock his head clean off his body
Then keep sweeping long enough to
Clean off his body
Wean off the bottle then fly a
Nigga queen off to Cabo
Then have her feeding me papayas and grapes
I'm an acquired taste
If you don't like me, acquire some taste
And all I talk about is murdering
All you do is test pros
I'll shoot you while you protest
Shout to all my brothers and
My sisters out in Ferguson
The police want us shot
And you gon be the next to drop
In front of that donut shop

We record a new dimension of history

I kicked my habit's in Visvim sneakers
And developed into the new now
Win Animal Planet i got me a plaque and a
Grammy while i'm going zoo now
Me still being irrelevant
Then became the elephant in the room now
(Is he gon' ever fall off?) No
I walk by so-called tough guy
Watch him pass me nervous after I passed him
He gon' get with the street life or
He gon' turn the other cheek like
A half done ass job
Sitting right in front of a plastic surgeon
Then I jump in the black Suburban
Snatch the curtain
Wrapping your R&B act in it
After I squeeze 21 entries
And it ain't no need to ask for IDs
I'm certain that if you offend me
Then it shall get windy
And that's right before the
Mac 10 is working, click
And it ain't no irony in the fact
That I am giving you fire
And that fire comes after the earth, wind
Whew preme in his prime, I'm in my prime
("You know it can never be imitated")
("Shout outs to Royce, Primo
It's Common Sense, Big Illinois")