"Blow A Wish" lyrics

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 he ain't with the fun and games
It's a fuckin' shame
The 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