"I Wish" lyrics

(Coop, take off on 'em)

I'm real, homie, I'm what you call hood
Nah, it ain't all bad, but it ain't all good
Get up out the game, I wish we all could
Get up out the game, I wish we all could
I'm real, homie, I'm what you call hood
Nah, it ain't all bad, but it ain't all good
Get up out the game, I wish we all could
Get up out the game, I wish we all could (Yeah)

Loyalty was my oath and I stuck to it
Was introduced to distribution, but it wasn't music
Plug callin', think I'm stallin', what the fuck you doin'?
Been sittin' on it for a week, ain't nothin' movin'
Police chief got cameras on the light poles
And what the lens can't see is where the Vice patrol
The hood fucked up, niggas in rival gangs
And shootin' it out every day, how I'm supposed to try to slang?
In the midst of that, I'd rather try to change
One more load, then goodbye to the game
Cowards still snitchin', niggas makin' it worse
Countin' dope money, end up hatin' the work
When I see a crack baby, generational curse
I got a conscience, hope I penetrate with this verse
First, you sell the weight, then you pay for the Perc'
Shit, I'm still alive, I guess prayer must work

I'm real, homie, I'm what you call hood
Nah, it ain't all bad (Nah), but it ain't all good
Get up out the game, I wish we all could
Get up out the game, I wish we all could
I'm real, homie (I'm real, homie), I'm what you call hood
Nah, it ain't all bad (Nah), but it ain't all good (See, I think)
Get up out the game, I wish we all could (I think people try to make you think it's all good all the time)
Get up out the game, I wish we all could (Let me tell you a story)

Homecoming king, star athlete
Just bought a quarter ounce, got in and out my backseat
Quarterback, shooting guard, and he was on the track team
It's all in the past, now he wanna do the rap thing
Damn, 'cause he seen me in a magazine
I told him, "Homie, this ain't all that it seems"
How ironic, he was meetin' me for a bag of weed
That's me, livin' just like my rap CD
Shattered dreams, I seen ballers turn crack fiends
Last seen breakin' and enterin', stealin' a flat-screen
One last thing, these streets full of fast schemes
But all you gotta do is focus if you ask me

I'm real, homie, I'm what you call hood
Nah, it ain't all bad (Nah), but it ain't all good
Get up out the game, I wish we all could
Get up out the game, I wish we all could
I'm real, homie (It's like), I'm what you call hood (Like I'm watchin' reruns)
Nah, it ain't all bad, but it ain't all good (You know what I'm sayin'?)
Get up out the game, I wish we all could
Get up out the game, I wish we all could (Of a sad, sad movie, uh)

Single-parent home, daddy dead and gone
Moved out on his own, he was headstrong
Dope game, hood fame, you know how it goes
Nineteen years old, big bankroll
Fresh kicks, new clothes, and a lot of hoes
Got a son on the way and he ain't even know
Told him them niggas ain't his homies, he ain't believe it, though
Same niggas set him up over a ki' of coke
Keep in mind, he got a father he ain't seen before
And now he'll never meet his child, man, these streets cold
Like, damn, what happened to the G code?
I guess it truly is the root of all evil
People tend to be so deceitful
Thinkin' about it make me feel as though I need to smoke
I still go the opposite way from where police go
Real shit, homie, Starlito

I'm real, homie (Yeah), I'm what you call hood
Nah, it ain't all bad, but it ain't all good
Get up out the game, I wish we all could
Get up out the game (Man), I wish we all could
I'm real, homie, I'm what you call hood
Nah, it ain't all bad (I ain't), but it ain't all good (I ain't in no position to preach to nobody, just)
Get up out the game, I wish we all could
Get up out the game, I wish we all could (Change the ho too, yeah)