I Wish (Remix)

[Verse 1: Yelawolf] I wish a motherfucker the best of a lucka Suckers can kiss my pickle, adjust your lip up and fucking pucker I got pull like a trucker, specifically southern Louisville Slugger Tucked on the Chevy rubber to bust your bubble Hug your mother, don't lie to your brother You know Yela's trouble, call the police, look at these bleeding knuckles Alabama's elephant feet rumble, get pummelled and beat Underneath the concrete like a street plumber Give me the bucks from in the trees hundreds of leaves Cover the Mossy Oak sleeves I got it, believe it momma Corny motherfuckers we shuck em And animals, we stuff em, a cannibal, he's bluffing nah Woke up in the morning with a fucking pen and a pistol I put one to the paper, I put one to my fears Stuck up a shop with the pen then I shot up my notebook I'm reading bullet holes, I wish you fucking would [Chorus: Yelawolf] I wish a motherfucker would tell me that I ain't hip hop Bitch you ain't hip hop I wish a motherfucker would tell me that my shit gonna flop Bitch your shit shit gonna flop I wish a motherfucker would tell me that I ain't hip hop Bitch you ain't hip hop I wish a motherfucker would I wish a motherfucker would [Verse 2: CyHi] Hello all my fellow crooks as I let the cigarello cook I'm kool-aid, I got that ghetto hook I got a white bitch who said she went to Pebblebrook Graduated in '03 and love Yelawolf I got more numbers than a yellow book And I took more shots than Carmelo took So I'm used to being an underdog Send my goons to come assault every last one of y'all No wonder all they broads take their pajamas off Lick up under balls whenever I want to call I'm a convict but I don't wear orange I'm so raw, catch me in my rare form I been fly, my momma gave birth to me on a plane Nigga so I guess you could say I'm airborne I'm running my city getting my mayor on Stay on my grizzly, you know I bear arms [Chorus: Yelawolf] I wish a motherfucker would try to run up on me, I keep that clip cocked I wish a motherfucker would tell that ain't kush that's in my ziploc I wish a motherfucker would tell me I ain't hip hop, bitch my shit hot I wish a motherfucker would I wish a motherfucker would [Verse 3: Pill] Au contraire mon frere one pure pain giver Don't ingest this, it might cause corrosion of the liver Yeah toxic, drop-kick opponents on arrival This ain't hip hop, this is the manual to survival Take notes fake folks, imitators and lovers Of true life G's risen up from the gutter I'm on somethin', different from the rest of you rappers And that's real shit, Pill spits exactly what happened This is chemistry? Please explain the vivid scenes of what occurred on streets And I doubt if you know what it really means Cultural differences divide us and our nemesis When music is the food for living I think we all forgetting this Born into poverty, hard torn obviously Dad gone so we trying to figure out how to eat Older brother hustling, momma working overtime Now I'm standing in the kitchen whipping baking soda time [Chorus: Yelawolf] I wish a motherfucker would tell me this ain't straight drop yams fresh out the pot I wish a motherfucker would tell me this ain't a trap spot serving it to a block I wish a motherfucker would tell me this ain't a yam shop, come and order your rocks I wish a motherfucker would I wish a motherfucker would