HOPE lyrics

[Intro]
And tell these n*ggas it ain't no fake sh*t
I talk to you everyday

[Chorus]
n*gga, I'm the hope of my trenches, put on for my hood
Four deep in the car with, like, six different irons
When lil bruh died that's the last time I cried
We was takin' n*ggas down, we was tryna get fly
Y'all play in the front so we went through the back
You told him,"Be safe", and his ass got cracked
Man, ask what's-his-name and he know about me
Take a walk up the street, I was blowin' my P

[Verse]
In the spot right now, just me and YP
Man pass me the Drac', get low on one knee
I'm wiping my eyes whеn I look at his picture
In the car right now looking for bruh killer
A n*gga not young, man, a n*gga got oldеr
When sh*t went left he tried lean on my sholder
Like, six in the morning, just scored us some drink
If the b*tch look pretty I'ma buy her some mink
Man, free all the men, man, they on the way home
My phone stay jumpin', I'm huggin' my phone
Keep cappin' in songs, you ain't bustin' your gun
Still jammin' outside, man, the night still young
I had me some money before I had fame
Keep buying them jeans, it's a band and some change
I'm stuck in my ways, man, you can't feel my pain
I'm stuck in my ways, man, you can't feel my pain
n*gga sound sweet on the gram and I got me a lick
In a black truck riding with another n*gga b*tch
It's a S550, just jack me a whip
My spot do numbers, I'm bustin' them Smiths
Sound sweet on them, sound sweet on them songs, y'all ain't doin' no spinnin'
Keep cappin' in songs, y'all ain't standin' no business
You ain't havin' no motion, your ass lookin' bad
You speak on Lil Boosie, get turned to a hashtag
Mask on, gloves on, f*ck it, let's crash out Smoke in the air, man, the young n*gga passed out
Threw dirt on my name so a n*gga gotta drag now
Threw dirt on my name so a n*gga gotta drag- (Uh)
Threw dirt on my name so a n*gga gotta- (Yeah)
Threw dirt on my name so a n*gga gotta-
[Chorus]
n*gga, I'm the hope of my trenches, put on for my hood
Four deep in the car with, like, six different irons
When lil bruh died that's the last time I cried
We was takin' n*ggas down, we was tryna get fly
Y'all play in the front so we went through the back
You told him,"Be safe", and his ass got cracked
Man, ask what's-his-name and he know about me
Take a walk up the street, I was blowin' my P
(Blowing my missile)