Blow A Wish

[Intro]

Hey, Gabzi, do that again, hahaha

[Verse]

You see, it's crazy, I know behind doors, they blow a wish

They hope I slip

No, we can't be the same, you only put gloves on when COVID hit

Before the fame, I used to go OT, come back and sofa skip

Can't go crib, mum just found food for the fourth time, or maybe fifth

Throw up how many opps you've shaved or shot, they'll think you're from the niz

Sending hits in jail, they made a pool of blood for commas quick

And 80 thousand jibs, yo, that's a comeup if you rob my wrist

In the hood, they'll say my name's always attached to politics

But I care way too much about my name

They be tellin' lies or throwin' shade

They just let my gorilla free

And hе ain't with the fun and games

It's a fuckin' shame

Thе least they coulda done is took my fuckin' chain

Start thinkin' 'bout my life, throwback to servin' in the thunder, rain

Snow, sunny

Don't forget my soul's muddy

Most the people laughin' made fake accounts, that's what's so funny

Not a scratch or a bruise

So tell me what they tried to do

Uppin' pole on me, just to not use it, Australian fool

And yeah, I hopped the counter, but most of you lot would shit your pants

Let's just be honest

And even on the wrong side of a gun

I still ain't sayin' sorry

I've seen youngins go from civs to bangin' for the posse, for the posse

Used to see him by the bridge, now he a gunner, Madueke Noni

Tried to keep my nigga tame cah' I know his ting, he'll clap a witness

Gave him some fresh out the gulag money, now it's back to business

Niggas pushin' gossip heavy

AR just wants opps on telly

My opps try laugh, put in two pennies

But I severed them niggas up already

I got all these hoes in a trance

I know how much it costs for nails but take this thousand, baby girl

It's for your Ubers in advance

My stones be frozen, Häagen-Dazs

I know they be hittin' different

Reason bein', these ain't the same stones these rappers rap about in their bars

Bartender, I got shots that I don't pour

Thinkin' I'm soft don't change the fact that I got killers in my call log

I've been kicking back, observing the block pages

All the talking 'bout I got robbed for the jewels I'm wearin' right now

Ain't that awkward?

I'm a hustlin' ass numbers over nats money stacker

I had access to her pants when she used to date this other rapper

It's crazy

I can get some puss on deck as long as I take her Hakka'

I see what they're droppin' on their pendants

I prolly spent that shit on makka

Yo, rest in piece to Doogie, guess your duty called

Ask God to forgive me, I brought it loaded to your funeral

In the party, but the toilet, fillin' the mash up in the cubicle

Let **** hold the tings, when we phone her, it's not a booty call