[Hook: Ritchie with a T]Why is everyone in my town oh so wishy, wishyWishy, wishy, wishy, wishy, wishy, wishy-washed up?And every time I come around, it's all wishy, wishyWishy, wishy, wishy, wishy, wishy, wishy-washed upWhy is everyone in my town oh so wishy, wishyWishy, wishy, wishy, wishy, wishy, wishy-washed up?And every time I come around, it's all wishy, wishyWishy, wishy, wishy, wishy, wishy, wishy-washed up[Verse 1: Ritchie with a T]Why why why why, priorities flip-flopped upToo settled, too comfortable, why's everyone so caught upWhy's everyone so balled up, why's everyone gon followWhy's everyone thinking just like they grandpops and they grandmamaWhere's the, yeah, where's the real craftersI'm tired of being put on the same pedestal as these half-assersI'm tired of being boxed in, I'm tired of no profitI'm tired of people now with us just because we poppin'[Hook]Why is everyone in my town oh so wishy, wishyWishy, wishy, wishy, wishy, wishy, wishy-washed up?And every time I come around, it's all wishy, wishyWishy, wishy, wishy, wishy, wishy, wishy-washed upWhy is everyone in my town oh so wishy, wishyWishy, wishy, wishy, wishy, wishy, wishy-washed up?And every time I come around, it's all wishy, wishyWishy, wishy, wishy, wishy, wishy, wishy-washed up[Verse 2: Stepa J Groggs]I hate going home because it's always crowdedNever trust my judgment cause it's always cloudedIf I got some liquor best believe I'll down itY'all be like "I feel you" but I really doubt itWe about to run this, you gon wish and watch meFans are like politicians, hella wishy washyBut I can't even talk because I've done the sameOne minute that's your favorite, next minute that nigga's lameBut I guess that's how it goesLove to see you coming up but they hate to see you blowWanna hear the same old shit, never wanna hear you growIt's that blah blah blah shit that everybody knowBut if you tryna box us in you know you got me really reallyReally really really really really really fucked upAnd I'm always one shot away from being really reallyReally really really really really really fucked up[Verse 3: Ritchie with a T]You Mr. Me Too's, I'm Mr. MiyagiI fathered these niggas, this shit is a hobbyYou Daniel Son ass niggas, man, these niggas is washyThe different cats all the same, man, we need to applaud themMan, this shit is a problemWhy is everyone thinking like they granduncles and auntieSettled with who they are leaving no room for some progressWill kiss some ass for a title, man they remind me of CongressBut flip the script, flip names like Muhammad AliShaheed Muhammad scratch the surface I lay, backwards AliThanks to Trinidad James, half my friends are popping molliesBut Chance is cool so they'll start dropping acid probably