Down

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