picture a blind man that can't see
meanin' the beauty he's supposed to see
i slither low like a snake
the venom i spit uh make me shake
look at the cakes i baked
weed in my brain got me baptized
unless you talkin' bout money
you ain't sayin' shit rap wise
i'm so addicted to red licorice and fine bitches
khan lives forever man that's my wishes
still here to legalize it
with no police around to ever read they rights
you know my lifestyle is gold
they treat us like al capone
wish i didn't need a blunt in my mouth to blow
but i'm so far gone that's how it go
two wishes and three bitches in the cadillac
they wanna hit the club and this is where the party's at
front line and in ya face like some gold teeth
my homie said he's like a butcher 'cause he loves beef
and two doors on the cutty
we used to chase bitches so vicious it was delicious
i heard a lil' genie sayin take more wishes"