My Wishes (feat. Equipto)

[Verse 1 - Andre Nickatina]
 Picture a blind man that can't see
 Meaning the beauty he's supposed to see
 God it can't be
 I (?) like a snake, the venom I spit make me shake
 Look at the cakes I baked
 Weed in my brain got me baptized
 Unless you talkin' bout money, you ain't sayin' shit rap wise
 I'm so addicted to red licorice and fine bitches
 Khan lives forever man that's my wishes
 [Verse 2 - Equipto]
 My wishes, (?) intense wishes
 Bruce Lee, Tupac, and Jimmy Hendrix
 (?) still here to realize it, with no police around to ever read they rights
 It's how I roll, you know my lifestyle is cold
 Around the globe, they treat us like Al Capone
 Wish I didn't need a blunt in my mouth to blow
 But I'm so far gone that's how it go
 [Verse 3 - Andre Nickatina]
 Yeah, two wishes and three bitches in the Cadillac
 They wanna hit the club and this is where the party's at
 Front line and in ya face like some gold teeth
 My homie said he's like a butcher cause he loves beef
 ...(?) and two doors on the cutty
 I had to laugh at him, cause that's my buddy
 We used to chase bitches so vicious it was delicious
 I heard a lil' genie sayin "Take more wishes"
 [Verse 4 - Equipto]
 Wishin', why listen to a fool really give a fuck
 Don't interrupt you stupid (?) I (?) the blunt
 We get ta cuttin' like a DJ do
 The game's sheisty like a NFL replay booth
 In your backpack party with all my throwbacks on
 Suckas stare like they're impressed, sayin "Oh my god"
 There go the whole back wall
 ...(?) playin' to win
 I'm in to win, I'm wishin but I couldn't pretend
 [Verse 5 - Andre Nickatina]
 Shit, I side swipe you in the light(?) just like a fender bender
 There go your brain with the game so you don't remember
 I'm block tonic off the chronic and I spit ebonics
 Colt 45 in my eyes, so it get hypnotic(?)
 The glock nine, some use it like a semari
 Run for your lives, or picture being paralized
 I hold my raps with a grip of a rubber handle
 Then when I'm gone man you picture it on every channel
 In grey flannel, Nicky ...(?)
 When I was scarred by the game and the pain felt,
 Excruciating, no duplicatin' this fury
 Look at the lawyer with a grin for the hung jury
 Four wishes, more wishes, man and more bitches
 Man more weed, more G's, man and club bitches
 The rap scriptures, we hold them like the bible
 Imagine somebody shootin' at your idol
 ...(? sun like Clorox make it fade
 Bust it 27 ways, we did it right away
 (?) weed up in heaven with the switches
 Eatin' red licorice and lyin' with the bitches
 I hate to do dishes, in love with my riches
 Man it ain't suspicious why you sleepin' with the fishes
 These are my wishes, I got five wishes
 Prime time live, gettin' high off my wishes