Wish I Had It

Anything lost, can be found again, except for time wasted A vision without action is merely a dream Action is the grind, it's the hustle, it's the persistence In the car while roaming around All my thoughts been roaming around Where I come from like a hole in the ground Silly me still holdin' it down Every car pass by with the music on loud while bumpin' Roaming Around Tellin' me to make a hit but I really don't get why they walked on Roaming Around Out my window I see everything I dream about and wish I had it Retawdid, I'm retawdid Out my window I see everything I dream about and wish I had it Retawdid, I'm retawdid Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle Ain't no time to kick it Nothing come from sleepin', but I’m dreamin' on my true religion Hustle, hustle, hustle Gotta get it On my true religion Nothing come from sleepin', but I'm dreamin' I'm 100it with it Light skin and I fight good just like Muhammad Ali Jab nasty, hook good, just like Muhammad Ali Rollin' bands, in my pants, talkin' cash, I'mma smash Hol' up Out the streets, stay in the streets all I can do is be me With Flo Rida, nothing in common, I'm not a BOB Hustle hard and I'm hands on I'm a good guy that could transform Did time I ain't ask for Still sendin' mail through the hatch form Different city within the city More over product than a ant farm L l l look, don't try this at home Out my window I see everything I dream about and wish I had it Retawdid, I'm retawdid Out my window I see everything I dream about and wish I had it Retawdid, I'm retawdid Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle Ain't no time to kick it Nothing come from sleepin', but I’m dreamin' on my true religion Hustle, hustle, hustle Gotta get it On my true religion Nothing come from sleepin', but I'm dreamin' I'm 100it with it I be loaded, thinkin' of condos Gizzle, what Product of a broken home Pray but I just hope that I don't choke what I'm smokin' on Potent, ocean grown, no cologne I just roll Two time convicted felon, dumb shit, get at me Yeah it's Luca Brasi right here talkin' bitch you know I got them racks I'mma shooter, with a shooter, I ain't never pay for that Young Money wanna sign me, my rap jacket too violent Bread Winner, 100it Gang, that's Dreco and Mysie Out my window I see everything I dream about and wish I had it Retawdid, I'm retawdid Out my window I see everything I dream about and wish I had it Retawdid, I'm retawdid Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle Ain't no time to kick it Nothing come from sleepin', but I’m dreamin' on my true religion Hustle, hustle, hustle Gotta get it On my true religion Nothing come from sleepin', but I'm dreamin' I'm 100it with it