Wishin'

[Produced by DJ Premier] [Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] 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 have It's 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 trophies, 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) [Interlude] Ladies and gentlemen I think my record speaks for itself [Verse 2: Common] 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, a 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 postering them niggas that were supposed to been Doper than more pussy than fallopian [Interlude] These are the sounds of days that are passed [Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9"] Kick in the door waving the .44 K's in the floorboards, stays in the Waldorf I will board a jet cheap, fly to where you're 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 DWYCK scene Street sweeper, knock his head clean off his body Then keep sweeping long enough to clean off his body Wean 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 [Interlude] We record a new dimension of history [Verse 4: Royce Da 5'9"] I kicked my habits in Visvim sneakers And developed into the new now Win 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 gon' ever 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, wind, whew Preme in his prime, I'm in my prime ("You know it can never be imitated") ("Shout outs to Royce, Primo It's Common Sense, Big Illinois")