I Wish

[Raekwon] Chill chill chill, let 'em rhyme, man You know what it do man, just sit back, relax Yelawolf what up? Raekwon in the building [Verse 1: Yelawolf] I'm Alabama's own, buddy Flintstone Caprice, 1987 Cuddy Backyard moonshine steel, methadone laboratory real Can I keep it crystal clear Chipped tooth type of people Illiterate pigs who wanna see you killed type of evil Confederate flags, I see 'em On a truck with the windows down Why is he playing Beanie Siegel Cause his daddy was a dope man Lynyrd Skynyrd didn't talk about moving keys of coke man Ain't no such thing as a free bird Billy's got that street work And he's packing a nasty heater Trailer home trap spot Chevys on the cinder blocks Still doing donuts in the gravel parking lot Gold ropes, cousins in a group home And he knows every word to every Yelawolf song, bitch [Hook: Yelawolf & Raekwon] I wish a motherfucka would Tell me that I ain't hip-hop Bitch you ain't hip-hop I wish a motherfucka would Tell me that my shit gonna flop Bitch your shit gonna flop I wish a motherfucker would Tell me that I ain't hip-hop Bitch you ain't hip-hop I wish a motherfucker would Hell, naw, I wish a motherfucker would [Verse 2: Raekwon] Now let me tell you somethin' youngsters I'm never gonna sell you something Unless it's that snow white We might mail you something Me, I'm straight raw hood with it Be at your door quick Four on your jaw, I gotta new lick My clique a murderer niggas who love hip-hop You fuck with Yelawolf and them niggas, your head goin' pop I'm just sincere, fresh cut All up in the leer, listen Yo leave 'em alone, he brought me along Rap, he got it, I'm the crew pilot Flyin' trains, planes, automobiles: we bout it, bout it Yo Wolf, I think they got you twisted flow I got the biscuit on me spit in his face, I'm bout to piss on homie Who dem niggas? Just some Staten Island niggas You could call us Shaolin Where niggas get drunk And hold me down my nigga Yelawolf, Alabama's vandal Scramble, this is the true ramble Aye yo give 'em yo' handle though [Hook] [Verse 3: Yelawolf] I appreciate it Rae Sling shot me in quick Like Talladega Motor Speedway King shit, blue ribbon rap Baking sodas on the kitchen rack Chef what you need these fiends gotta itchy back Get busy crack I'll be in the cut just call me Mr. Is he back And you don't gotta call my black, I got direction I'm a road map I'm an almanac I'm in awe of these hogs who call on rap to ball and brag Fuck all of that, Wu-Tang's in Bama bitch Get a grip handle it, Yelas in the revival tent Vandalist, Evangelist daddies got the cannabis Make a wish the candles lit, White boys follow this Mamas thirty-aught-six, long-range hollow tips Trashed off the glue you build an airplane model with In the gutter like an empty PBR bottle is [Hook]