Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wish You Well, artist - T-RellDate of issue: 15.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wish You Well |
| I can’t lose you to these streets, babe I need you here with me |
| Don’t wanna see you in a cell, tell them haters, wish you well |
| Tell them haters, wish you well |
| I can’t lose you to these streets, babe I need you here with me |
| Don’t wanna see you in a cell, tell them haters, wish you well |
| Tell them haters, wish you well |
| This for them haters that don’t wanna see me shine |
| I’m on the road I’m getting mine, I’m on my grind, its my time |
| I ain’t shopping for nothing nigga got kids to feed |
| I don’t care if you love me, truly ain’t me, you gets no energy |
| I sold drugs until I had my first son |
| I made promise I was done coz that boy deserve my love |
| Why these niggas in my city hate on me |
| They on the couch, running they mouth, I’m in the south |
| I’m cashing out, I get that bag nigga, they see me winning |
| Mad coz a nigga popping, my momma told me stay humble |
| But I told her i’m never stopping |
| The streets is unforgiving get your paper show no love |
| Watch me flex on these niggas until I’m done |
| Yeah look |
| I can’t lose you to these streets, babe I need you here with me |
| Don’t wanna see you in a cell, tell them haters, wish you well |
| Tell them haters, wish you well |
| I can’t lose you to these streets, babe I need you here with me |
| Don’t wanna see you in a cell, tell them haters, wish you well |
| Tell them haters, wish you well |
| I’m inlove with the streets but I gotta get this paper |
| The shit be hard my nigga nobody be giving favours |
| I’ve seen thugs cry over hard times |
| My pops been locked up for a long time |
| The same man, claim he your best friend, don’t really fuck with you |
| He was my dog till the end, I can’t believe I put my trust in you |
| Niggas mad that I’m winning, I’m on top, I get it popping |
| These niggas mad coz they losing |
| These hoes ain’t choosing, they shit flopping |
| I want the streets to love me like they love Boosie |
| But I felt I been betrayed, Father God I’m praying for better days |
| I ain’t falling to these streets, I got mouths to feed |
| Fuck all and everyone who doubted me |
| I’ma chase my dreams |
| I can’t lose you to these streets, babe I need you here with me |
| Don’t wanna see you in a cell, tell them haters, wish you well |
| Tell them haters, wish you well |
| I can’t lose you to these streets, babe I need you here with me |
| Don’t wanna see you in a cell, tell them haters, wish you well |
| Tell them haters, wish you well |