I Wish I Knew Lyrics by Joyner Lucas
Nephew, it’s your uncle Snoop Dogg
I need you to show these *** how it’s done, mofo
Show these *** niggas what this ADHD 2 *** is all about
You understand me?
Show these ***, Joyner
What you playin’ for?
Let’s go
Ain’t no medicine could save me, ***
I’m too far gone, my brain too ***
I’m comin’ like woah
No turnin’ back, gotta get to where I’m goin’
My ADHD keep jumpin’ like woah
*** that I lived in, will never understand
You could never be me
We ain’t nothin’ alike, woah
Came a long way from the bottomless pit
Now look at me, ***
I’m stuntin’ like woah
Got a lil’ ***, ***, [?]
Prolly go to jail before I ever be a coward
I prolly be dead ‘fore I ever get flowers
I might take that ‘fore I ever be honored
I try to be somethin’ the industry proud of
But niggas wasn’t givin’ me nada
Got a blick on me if you ever need drama
No vest on me like I never seen karma
Woah
The way I was raised, I knew I’d forever be a problem
Never got the love that I needed at home
I was misunderstood, *** turned me to a monster (Yeah)
Dad always lettin’ me down
But my step-pops raised me and showed me I never need to bother (Yeah)
Now a *** be rich, so it’ll be a cold day in Hell ‘fore a *** *** ever get a dollar
And I ain’t got love for nobody give a *** about me
I’m a self-made ***, you ain’t nothin’ without me
Ain’t too many *** I trust around me
I been through the storm, ain’t nothin’ I ain’t seen
Lot of niggas thought I’d give up, but not me
Told a *** you swing, one duck and I weave
When my homies drink with a cup of Ali
And my *** gotta ride ’til the wheels fall off
I *** a bad *** ’til her heels fall off
You a dog, I get your whole tail sawed off
And your head chopped off, I’m a real lost cause
I’m real *** up, I’m still caught off
Ain’t no pellet ***, this a real sawed off
Pop a weave ‘fore a *** tryna pop somethin’ off
Hit a *** in the back, that’s a real raw dog
Like, pause
*** feel showin’ off
Too much time on your hands ’til your hands blowin’ off
I got money in the bank, got deals goin’ off
I could sell my catalog, but I’m still holdin’ off
Got [?] pullin’ on me and they still holdin’ on
Lot of niggas did me dirty and they still wanna bond
Give my hand to a *** and he still want a arm
Wanna write his tracks, but he still want a song
What the ***?
Look, I ain’t ever sleepin’, relievin’ the pressure (Joyner)
Came from the bottom where we can see a homicide like every week, put the heat under the dresser
Think one day I’ma see better, hate the poverty, fact [?] never settle
When I grow up, then I’m hopin’ I never see a stretcher
Mama workin’ 9-to-5, she was tryna keep it together
If I ever make it, I want a chance to make a difference
To get it in and take all the problems that we were livin’ in
[?] all the way, so we never live in this *** again
Then maybe then niggas would never tell me I need the Ritalin
Or medicine, or anything that will make me upset again
Or put me in school with the troublemakers and trippin’
Always thought *** again tryna bully me ’cause I’m different
And my ADHD got ’em thinkin’ that I was livin’ in my head again
***, ooh-wee
You dig?
You don’t have to pretend, baby
I know it gets hard looking around, you start to think
Maybe this isn’t what I wanted
But you have to keep going
Keep moving on and don’t you ever look back