Wish I Had - Yung Bans

Thought about it before I did it, I really wish I had

I really wish I had, I really wish I had

I really wish I wasn’t so sad, Michael Jackson, bad, huh

Rob him with no mask, yeah

Cut his throat with glass, yeah

Stuck in my ways, in way too deep

It took a lot of pain and heartbreak just for me to see

I’m sorry mama, I’m cleanin' my closet, I’ma be gone this week

I’m sorry mama, I’m cleanin' my closet, I’ma be gone this week

Niggas rap 'bout it, but they don’t even know the half

They don’t even know the half

They don’t even know the half

You was never in them trenches with me gettin' that fast cash

Gettin' that fast cash

Gettin' that fast cash (Yeah)

Fuck Hollywood, bitch, I’m in the hood forever, hmm

Mama say I’m foolish, mama know she taught me better, ayy

Streets made me numb, save your tears, please don’t shed 'em, ayy

Nina on my hip, get it poppin' like a kettle

Free my daddy, free my brother, free my other brothers too

This for all my young niggas who been really goin' through it

I was locked up five months, and ain’t nobody write but you

Mama care if no one else care, know they say the truth, yeah

Thought about it before I did it, I really wish I had

I really wish I had, I really wish I had

I really wish I wasn’t so sad, Michael Jackson, bad, huh

Rob him with no mask, yeah

Cut his throat with glass, yeah

Stuck in my ways, in way too deep

It took a lot of pain and heartbreak just for me to see

I’m sorry mama, I’m cleanin' my closet, I’ma be gone this week

I’m sorry mama, I’m cleanin' my closet, I’ma be gone this week

I know it killed, my daddy wasn’t there and he showed no support

He took his own course, now he up the road, North

He ain’t even show up to court

But I’m a bigger sport (Sport)

Still love that little bitty whore (Whore)

I’m still your second little boy

I mean no disrespect, but mama, this just how I feel

Why you out here lookin' for love?

I heard that love kills

I got so much money on me, could change your life for real

Be your knight in shining armor like I’m made of steel

I feel like Jody, her baby boy, huh, yeah

Tell me grow up, can’t play with toys, yeah

I got a little son, had to make a choice, yeah

Should I use my hand, should I use my voice?

Yeah

And you’s the first one to tell me

«You gon' die or go to jail, playin' in these streets»

Had to see it for myself 'cause I ain’t believe

I’ve been goin' through the system since I was 15 (Yeah)

Thought about it before I did it, I really wish I had

I really wish I had, I really wish I had

I really wish I wasn’t so sad, Michael Jackson, bad, huh

Rob him with no mask, yeah

Cut his throat with glass, yeah

Stuck in my ways, in way too deep

It took a lot of pain and heartbreak just for me to see

I’m sorry mama, I’m cleanin' my closet, I’ma be gone this week

I’m sorry mama, I’m cleanin' my closet, I’ma be gone this week