Bucket List

I wanna talk to y'all and make y'all feel my pain I wanna see the world, I wanna entertain I wanna make you laugh, I wanna make you smile I wanna help my fam, I wanna raise a child I wanna walk the aisle, I want the finest wife I wanna die for a cause then rewind my life Twist the hands of time, Do things I shoulda done I knew I shoulda shot, I wish I didn't run I had a couple deals, now I wanna touch a mil Do a sex scene with Lauren London and fuck for real I wanna be in love. But I'm still stuck in hate I want one woman, not 28 I wonder why they call you late, when you leave I hope God calls me late, don't grieve I wanna show up at my wake, better yet I wanna be awake Let me finish this is sorta like my bucket list, when karma hits I'mma feel like a contradictor sometimes I'm a conscious spitter We not brothers, but I don't wanna call you niggers Don't wanna be your favorite, rather be your father figure I want to be a legend, I wanna write a book I wanna keep flowin', I don't wanna kick the hook I wanna touch your souls, forget goin' gold I don't even want a plaque, nah don't believe that I really wanna speak to the Creator, well I handled that On that song now I just want Her to answer back I used to want my slope back, the retro kids stole that I wanted to go on 106, I wanted to smash porno chicks I used to want a corny hit record, now I wanna save lives And have Kobe Bryant in my fave five I wanted a sitcom, now I want a TV station I wanted to own land, now I want my own nation Wanted to play ball, now I wanna buy a team I wanna make it just to tell another child to dream I want to put the fear of hell fire inside a fiend I wanna put the fear of gun fire inside a teen Sometimes I wanna scream and learn to sing I really want to hit the movie screen and jump in the ring I want to box, I wanna study jujitsu I wanna sky dive I, really don't want to die I want 9 lives Wanna join the mile high club, run for office one day Just for nothin' I wanna gun-butt an officer I wanna offer bread to the needy, jobs to the felons Go to restaurants and pay people's tabs and not tell 'em I want my pockets embellished I wanna quiet my fetish for hoochies and getting head Everyday I wanna get better look! I wanna meet Barack, I wanna leave my block I said I didn't, but I want this CD to pop I wanna see my pops, you wanna see me stop I want my moms to see me, see myself up on the top I don't wanna stop, I don't wanna stop I don't wanna start shit but I don't wanna stop I'm stopping there