K. Ray - What If Wishes Came True? (feat. Saint McClaire)

Yo. Just a nappy headed boy from the South End
I don’t trust the world yet
If the world is our oyster, I got a couple scars, but
I ain’t got a pearl yet
Might not be the next wave...I’m the best wave out
I hadn’t curled yet
Somewhere along the way I took a shot of Philophobia
And I ain’t found a girl yet
But...I ain’t tripping bout love. What’s the price to love?
I can’t afford love when it come around
I’m working, my bills heavy on my chest. I’m pressed for checks
I’m stressed, but blessed. I can see it’s coming down
Like a rainstorm. David Blaine when I brainstorm
I’m chained to my thoughts, then I’m free to change form
A magician. I’m wishing that I could change norms
And the B’s gone swarm. I ain’t even on yet
Yo it’s fuck the rich. And it’s eat the rich
Or control, Alt-Right, and delete the rich
Might take a lead pipe just to beat the rich
The elite. Broke niggas wanna be the rich
And that’s me homie
I than spent my whole life trying figure what I, wanted to be homie
I’m getting older and I, wanna be free homie
Ion even know if that’s a real thang
But real plain. Making a lane, I’m rocking not one chain
Running ASAP on a track. I’m taking that One Train
The government running out, ain’t making not one change
The hope is that you hear this and feel this all in ya soul
Is you real? I’m fo’ of em
Ion never vibe with the fake. I know of em
Careful if you lie with a snake. The hoes love em
I hunger for a Mil. On the hunt for a Bil, and mo of em
But I know that I’m all I got
Do I measure up? I’ll never know until I take this shot
This might be the only one, so I ain’t gone miss that shit
And when that check come in, I’m popping tags, yo I must be it
No rags...but happiness be the bag, we
Wishing on a star
How much time gone pass by?
It ain't gone chase itself, do more than
Wishing on a dream
It’s more to life, ask why!
Fuck whatever cards were dealt, make a move nigga
Wishing on a star
How much time gone pass by?
It ain't gone chase itself, do more than
Wishing on a dream
It’s more to life, ask why!
Fuck whatever cards were dealt, make a move nigga
Driving past 12 while I’m headed to the crib
It’s a quarter past, so you know I’m chilling
Nothing in the back, but I’m driving while black
Yeah I’m numb, so I know you know the feeling
Grew up on a track, but I’m on the wrong side
Gotta hustle fo’ I see a blue light
Made it past 25. White bitches selling weed. Why not me?
Cause you ain’t white
A year ago I had to struggle. Real humble
Had a bag and I fumbled, real shit
Last March, real mad. Commas fucked up. Needing better
If we talking my future, I'm hoping not to see errors
I’m T.I. 84. Calculated. Time wasted and I hate it
Real patient fore’ I tend to make a move
Fore’ I tend to make a move
Welcome to illest, I’m the realist I’m the room, we
Wishing on a star
How much time gone pass by?
It ain't gone chase itself, do more than
Wishing on a dream
It’s more to life, ask why!
Fuck whatever cards were dealt, make a move nigga
Wishing on a star
How much time gone pass by?
It ain't gone chase itself, do more than
Wishing on a dream
It’s more to life, ask why!
Fuck whatever cards were dealt, make a move nigga

Written by:
Kelton Ray

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