Wishin' (feat. Common)

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 having
 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 a trophy, 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 itself
 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, but 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 posturing with 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 the way for 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 twig scene
 Street sweeper, knock his head clean off his body
 Then keep sweeping long enough to clean off his body
 Lean 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 kick my habits of visvims
 Sneakers and developed into the new now
 When 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 ever gonna 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 when, whew
 Preme in his prime, I'm in my prime
 ("You know it can never be imitated") ("Shout outs to Royce")