[Verse 1]
I specialize in raps that mean something
King and queen functions, real serene luncheons
Criticized by those who mean nothing
Grown up McLovins, kids who needs hugs and
My great grams called me "colored" every time we spoke
My pops had to explain she was getting old
My granddad cold pimpin' with no furry clothes
Told my fiance you sowing up some royal oats
Family ain't perfect, but they loyal though
Guess that's why I got a thing for imperfection
"He a nice guy, he from Memphis though
Never know, he probably got a few connections"
Racism and pit bulls the same price
Dirt cheap and the first piece can change life
The fifteenth make your teeth sink and your eyes tight
We all know it ain't right, but we stick to Wishful Thinking

[Hook x2]
Some things don't need a hook
When they sound this good
Wishful Thinking

[Verse 2]
They say your dream just a hobby until it pays you
Well, what you call it if it saves you
This Hip-Hop been with me since grade school
I ain't really understand
Til my homeboy looked at me in my eyes and said "You blessed to have a plan
When you're lost your only option is semesters or exams
When I got caught up in that jam, you was at the studio
Club 4am, you was at the studio"
But I ain't have the heart to tell em'
Same reason he praised me, same thing I'm regretting
He wasn't at the shows when the audience count was 7
On 11 hour drives, just hoping to make connections
Hear so many no's, you hit the mirror for yeses
I was ashamed to tell him, I thought of different professions
Until I figured out that it chose me
Take it easy dawg, see you on the road G
I'm out

[Hook x2]