You wish you could be everybody's best friend It's all about you, it's a means to an end You hope we're all looking when you walk in the room Hope we're all watching when you hang the moon Wish in one hand, shit in the other See which one fills up first for you brother Wishing that you could have nothing to hide But if wishes were horses we'd all get to ride You wish you could live in the big house in town Give you the wealth so you can spread it around You want us to know where you've gone and what you've seen We'll be the pawns, boy and you can play the king Wish in one hand, shit in the other See which one fills up first for you brother The envy of everyone you're aching to be But if wishes had eyes then the blind man could see Look out You wish you could be everybody's best friend Know the whole story from beginning to end Wish in one hand, shit in the other See which one fills up first for you brother I wish that I might, you know I wish that I may Wish up a wind that would blow you away Alright

Smoke one for every time that they fold on me Fuck these niggas 'cause I know that they ain't on nothin' Bitches be hating, they betraying the ones they rode for Fuck 'em all, 'cause I don't owe nothin', yeah Know I got you if you hold it down Forever with 'em, know that's my round If they stands up, then it's goin' down Know I'm chasin' money, I ain't sittin' 'round Ridin' in the car, hundred-some 'rounds Keepin' my guard, watchin' my thoughts No music on, I don't hear a sound Know my mother think really highly of me Probably why your bitch wanna fuck me Probably why your nigga wanna touch me But you know it'll turn out ugly (Ooh) Frank Sinatra with John Gotti in a Maybach This just me and my engineer, hope it don't go down, 'cause Lord know I don't want him 'round that Face expression get you bust-up, better watch who you frown at I ain't in the mood, they know I'm fucked up, say I'm good, but it turned bad It turned spar, bust your head, send you to God Eyes on just me and my bars, we playing chess, we dreamin' hard We dreamin' large 'bout the money out there Know it's a beef for me and beef for you, my nigga He like, "They beef with you, then they beef with me, my nigga" Then I had to tell him, "It don't get no realer, nigga" He facin' over forty-somethin' years, that's my system, nigga I'm with you, nigga Smoke one for every time that they fold on me Fuck these niggas 'cause I know that they ain't on nothin' Bitches be hating, they betraying the ones they rode for Fuck 'em all, 'cause I don't owe nothin', yeah Bitch is shakin' for me, she must thinkin' that I want somethin' Know she trippin' bad, it's for a fact, and, no, I'm not on nothin' Sliding in that Maybach, know I'm plottin' on somethin' Twenty million up, don't give a fuck, they like I'm on somethin' Youngboy, you know I bust at somethin', blitz 'em, know I'm rushin' somethin' Pull up with my top down in a Cutlass, it ain't even summer Know these bullets hot as hell, it's gon' be a cold summer I was 'posed to marry her, got me thinkin' that I'm wrong or somethin' It's just me and Nick, nigga, New York like a Knick, nigga These pussies know I zip niggas, still ain't made it out, but rich nigga Tell these niggas "Hold up, watch me burn six figures" Like, bro, you know you ain't fuckin' with me and my clique's sicker Smoke one for every time that they fold on me Fuck these niggas 'cause I know that they know nothin' Bitches be hating, they betraying the ones they rode for Fuck 'em all, 'cause I don't owe nothin', yeah Smoke one, light one, zip one, get 'em gone (On they top, nigga) Roll one, light one, zip one, get 'em gone (Put 'em on they top) Smoke one, light one, zip one, get 'em gone (Send 'em on they top) Revenge, gon' spin somethin', I'm gone Tryna make sure that I win, need plenty ways to make it I really feel these niggas faking, they gotta kill me if they wanna take these Niggas wanna take my placement, I'm too trill, you ain't too real Real grave digger, I'm NBA, north side, 38 for real Know from fake, nigga, niggas know I ain't playin' with all these fake niggas Nigga know these dog hoes ain't got no safe, nigga, wanna eat your plate, nigga It is what it is, fuck how you feel, see how he feel when this K hit him Nigga claimin' that they hardbody, they break soon as that Drac' hit 'em Yeah, stand on they block, we had that hard all night Soon as I'm feelin' down, I stop and talk to God on sight Like, "Why these bitches changin' on me like my heart ain't right?" They know I'm real and niggas still wanna take my life Gotta do it right and raise my sons, I'm like Youngboy on mine Trust inside my flag and in my gang, rag and rod, I hold it tight Gotta tuck 'em in, if I die tonight Bitch, I'm up as long as you believe I'm right here on your side Smoke one, light one, zip one, get 'em gone (On they top, nigga) Roll one, light one, zip one, get 'em gone (Put 'em on they top) Smoke one, light one, zip one, get 'em gone (Send 'em on they top) Revenge, gon' spin somethin', I'm gone Smoke one, light one, zip one, get 'em gone (On they top, nigga) Roll one, light one, zip one, get 'em gone (Put 'em on they top) Smoke one, light one, zip one, get 'em gone (Send 'em on they top) Revenge, gon' spin somethin', I'm gone

Whaaa, wassup nigga? This for my niggas in them big trucks This for all my niggas in them SUV's, you heard me? This for my big truck drivers, look nigga blow yo' big truck horn You still could see me in my big truck boy Smilin' like a lil' kid when I sped the corner with my brand new toy I got a bark in they call, talkin' 'bout They wishin' I'd would've came out the garage But, I guess that's too bad 'Cause your truck used to be the shit until they saw my pad Strobe lights flash, solar baric, boom boom Big feet ten runnin' while they, vroom vroom Another SUV can't do nothin' wit' me I'm 23's so 22's ain't fuckin' with me Car so big it make it hard to turn the wheel I can't watch the TV's from the sturrin' wheel Shit, plush stronger than the buckskin' ceilin' Chocolate tan interior really big truck grill Yeah, that's how you do that there Got bling and bass, everythin' clean but the ash-tray I'm lookin' at you behind the wheel Singin' this song, I'm a big truck driver In the big ol' truck, with the big ol' grill Rollin' on big ol' chrome, I'm a big truck driver And you know when you pass Those small trucks you doin' them wrong This is for my riders big truck drivers Even on a bad day everythin' clean but the ash-tray Dark lights with brights, the dark windows With the pistols in the hot spots fuckin' well right So when you bitches try to act hype I get the gat get the gat 'cause niggas don't fight When you get to Ruben 2, then make a right at the light And you might catch my rims will-millin' 'round night light I played a Jag' 'round rags And now excursion and escalade 'round upscale The Range Rover's don't even get gools 'Til it's time for rhythm city or either house of blues My niggas wit' me at your seat to pick my friends up My brother 'Rice in a mother-fucking Benz' truck Fresh light don't need no buffin' Just call a homie where I'm at, west coast custom Put it on a trailer and ain't no rushin' 'Cause when I get it back y'all 'round can't touch it I'm lookin' at you behind the wheel Singin' this song, I'm a big truck driver In the big ol' truck, with the big ol' grill Rollin' on big ol' chrome, I'm a big truck driver And you know when you pass Those small trucks you doin' them wrong This is for my riders big truck drivers Even on a bad day everythin' clean but the ash-tray Ain't no slack in my Mack, rollin' slow the windows down They recognize me so you know how they act Cuttin' up, fallin' out, tryin' to flirt and get nasty Raisin' shirt, showin' titties, talkin' 'bout autohgraphs I try my best to keep my fans happy I sign my name I grab the nipple they pull off and start laughin' Then it's back through the hood, tryin' to find somethin' good And after that I'm on my way back to good I knew that I'm on course at all time And I love grindin' like alcoholics love sweet creamy and wine 2002 and you dodgin' me now Big truck gonna come up ain't no holdin' us down Grab eyes, turn heads, stop traffic My black big truck half match my big truck jacket Do shows and get paid when I travel stay busy it be gone Now this a big truck driver I'm lookin' at you behind the wheel Singin' this song, I'm a big truck driver In the big ol' truck, with the big ol' grill Rollin' on big ol' chrome, I'm a big truck driver And you know when you pass Those small trucks you doin' them wrong This is for my riders big truck drivers Even on a bad day everythin' clean but the ash-tray I'm lookin' at you behind the wheel Singin' this song, I'm a big truck driver In the big ol' truck, with the big ol' grill Rollin' on big ol' chrome, I'm a big truck driver And you know when you pass Those small trucks you doin' them wrong This is for my riders big truck drivers Even on a bad day everythin' clean but the ash-tray I'm a big truck driver, I'm a big truck driver This is for my riders big truck drivers Even on a bad day everythin' clean but the ash-tray