Z (of Firing Squad)
Wishing on a Maybe
This music had my back and it fucked me all at the same time
Tell em that I love em and hate em all with the same rhyme dysfunctional and never prayed with a sane mind
If wasn’t for my bitch and my kids surface gets hang time
Noose around my neck remind me no more play time
Broke was in my thoughts from my childhood anything’s fine promoters thinking I won’t sock em for my pay fine
I catch em on the flip side like seriously after stage time
Call it suicide fuck it cut my break lines
Breaking down blunts in a bucket crossing these state lines
I pray you range mine, a sad story would of made mine
Out the dark like bank climb
The stereo for game time man I just wanna stage dive
Killing every time I chill with family in the day time
And buy my kids what they asking for when they grades fine
Seeming like I belong to this rapping work in the same grind
This shit get boring but glory switched me to stage mine
This what I always wanted haunted by my great mind
I’m cutting stakes eating lobster with my bitch
Now I’m rolling purple blunts mixed with kush and some great wine it’s cause I hustled on my bitch spent a life working
Lets fuck the fight hurrying
Bout to crash my bike swerving
Like maybe I don’t rap as nice, is my mic working
If I don’t make the money for them is my life worth it
Looking like this game isn’t fair homie I knew that
I’m torched putting flames in the air looking for new cats
Shuffle em to new routes
Swimming in less of my setbacks
Breaking down a new rap co-existing with jetpacks
I’m in the orbit minds absorbent when it need to be
I’m feeling poor put my core torch up easily
I kill em they feel appalled when I breath the weed
Turn me to a monster cause I carry choppers when they seeking me