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[Verse 1]
I specialize in raps that mean something,
King and queen functions,
Real serene luncheons,
Criticized by those who mean nothing,
Grown up McLovins,
Kids who needs hugs and,
My great grams called me "colored" every time we spoke,
My pops had to explain she was getting old,
My granddad cold pimpin' with no furry clothes,
Told my fiance you sowing up some royal oats,
Family ain't perfect, but they loyal though,
Guess that's why I got a thing for imperfection,
"He a nice guy, he from Memphis though,
Never know, he probably got a few connections"
Racism and pit bulls the same price,
Dirt cheap and the first piece can change life,
The fifteenth make your teeth sink and your eyes tight,
We all know it ain't right,
But we stick to Wishful Thinking,
[Hook x2]
Some things don't need a hook,
When they sound this good,
Wishful Thinking
[Verse 2]
They say your dream just a hobby,
Until it pays you,
Well, what you call it,
If it saves you,
This Hip-Hop been with me since grade school,
I ain't really understand,
Till my homeboy looked at me in my eyes,
And said "You blessed to have a plan,
When you're lost your only option,
Is semesters or exams,
When I got caught up in that jam,
You was at the studio,
Club 4am,
You was at the studio",
But I ain't have the heart to tell em',
Same reason he praised me,
Same thing I'm regretting,
He wasn't at the shows
When the audience count was 7,
On 11 hour drives,
just hoping to make connections,
Hear so many no's,
You hit the mirror for yeses,
I was ashamed to tell him,
I thought of different professions,
Until I figured out that it chose me,
Take it easy dawg, See you on the road G,
I'm out
[Hook x2]
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