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I hope I hope
I hope with the highest of hopes
That I never have to go back to the trap
And my days of dealing with ****
So I I only spit fire and ****
So later on you can go quote
My lines to your people and folk
And they say damn damn
That boy be spitting that pressure pressure
And he be smoking that pressure pressure
And he smart as a professor yes sir
25 lighters on dresser pound of that pressure
Sitting right next to next to
Next to a book and a gun
Ballot or bullet you better use one
One time for the freedom of speeches speech
Two time for the right to hold heaters heaters
Just give to the fifth and the cops in the house
Close your mouth and pray to your Jesus
Ask why cause the devil a lie lie
So I stay holy and high high
May never get rich but I never *****
'Cause I made it here by and by
My my y'all
I coulda died y'all
A couple times I took my eyes off the prize y'all
I know a few people pray for my demise y'all
But like cream I had to rise I had to rise y'all
Oh my y'all
I coulda died y'all
A couple times I took my eyes off the prize y'all
I know a couple people pray for my demise y'all
But even birds with broken wings want to fly y'all
Ya gonna need a bigger boat boys you're in trouble
Eh gonna need a little hope boys on the double
Eh you muckin' with a g here here see talk to me
Or maybe listen to the man that barely dodged his own lobotomy
Pop the tape in baby we got s*it we wrote for you
Came from feeling what a pure absence of hope can do
Only to leap through flaming rings and break the nose of crews
Still in their wings'll be them darling's of hope they've broken you
Yeah they better hope that I'm a full force full and a cold fact
See the cold floor where I licked dirt when the dough dried and pride died
Had a bud max had to shop right
Gimme two meals and the lights on
I'mma do right get a new crew
Make a new life never boo hoo
Never lose sight I'm true dude
With a burst heart from a old soul
Better stop drop when the squad's hot we don't stop a lot
We don't talk a lot about it we just pop it off a lot
I'm high man I'm a cosmonaut
Scream **** 'em 'til they lop our bloody noggins off
I promise y'all
My my y'all
I coulda died y'all
A couple times I took my eyes off the prize y'all
I know a few people pray for my demise y'all
But like cream I had to rise I had to rise y'all
Oh my y'all
I coulda died y'all
A couple times I took my eyes off the prize y'all
I know a couple people pray for my demise y'all
But even birds with broken wings want to fly y'all