[Chorus] I used to wish upon the stars to get my homie back Nah, but it don't work like that I used to wish upon the stars to get my homie back Nah, but it don't work like that I used to wish upon the stars to get my brodie back Nah, but it don't work like that I used to wish upon the stars to get my homie back Nah, but it don't work like that
[Verse] And if they do that dirt on me, then I'mma do that dirt right back And if you put that hurt on me, then I'mma put that hurt right back No one told Lil' Zuly put them hollows in his shirt like that Some nights I have a pot to piss in, screamin' fuck the opposition Not to mentions niggas tryin' rob me so I caught the Smith N' Seein' soldiers dyin' pray to god them other shots was missin' Middle of the war just sittin' tired tryin' to talk to bitches Tired of them bullets flyin' at me started coppin' bitches I ain't never had designer I'm just tryin' to cop Givenchy Tryin' to run that bag when niggas spendin' money poppin' pillies Tuckin' semis sittin' up on coolers like its fuckin' sticky Uh, I had a Glock in my wrist, turned heartless, my mans popped and I hopped in the street 2013, I got the news my baby restin' in peace I made an oath me and my bro' gon' leave a mess in these streets Had text in the [?] before I started stretchin' these beats But luckily me and my team, see we got blessed with a dream I gotta make it with this rap can't see me strapped on the scene Hollow tips'll open his back you see his flesh when you scream So many times that I had quit rappin', I was diss rappin' All the time we wasn't lackin', shit, but something still happened Six had bonded off with a hammer but he was still packin' Odds against me, one in a million and shit, they still stackin' 'Member bitches die for that nigga but is they still laughin', is it still funny Nowadays know these bitches can't get a mil' from me, ate me and she still hungry Told her friend that she used to date me, but shit she still fuck me I can't make no [?] in my latest she probably steal from me Lot of niggas really be fakin', nigga these real stories Lot of niggas really be hatin', say I'mma kill Corey I'mma spill Corey, but catch me nigga I'm still Corey After we lost time we in jail, said was something real fo' me Totin' on that hammer and blazin' shit could get real gory They said when it's rainin', it's pourin', nigga it's real stormy Pull up on 'em, give 'em a shot from out of this steel .40 Cuff that bitch, I gave her my heart like she was my real shorty I heard that the bitch was a thot I know and I still did it Know that most of my niggas got shot but homie I'm still with it Know I can't bring Charlie to life but homie I still wish it
[Chorus] I used to wish upon the stars to get my homie back Nah, but it don't work like that I used to wish upon the stars to get my brodie back Nah, but it don't work like that I used to wish upon the stars to get my homie back Nah, but it don't work like that I used to wish upon the stars to get my brodie back Nah, but it don't work like thatTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
