Hope

Hook:

Whenever I’m here and I’m saying this clear
You can look in the mirror and be proud of what appears
I’m all about hope and I do it through quotes
That touch your mind so dope and now I’m doing it pro woah

Hope lies inside get it for yourself
I provide all the highs get it for myself
I can’t lie I’ve tried to get the wealth
I just ride till I die to get it stealth

I just slide and I dive I don’t get no help
I confide in my ride then I get the belt
I survived and I thrived then I went to hell
I decide to be alive and I do it swell

When I go in the spot I gotta go at it hot
Never throw in the towel I’m going right where I thought
I’m just using these vowels and going right to the top
I hoot holler and howl and I will never just stop

My pen game is insane I switch lanes with sick dames
My mind has gone missing now listen I never pick plain
Beats to compete with the complete mix of elite shit
I can be sick I can predict every secret sick

Hook:

It’s the story of the kid who gave it all he got
Everyday handled biz and he did it a lot
Spit with the flick of a wrist used all he was taught
In the midst of his sitch he got all that he sought

You know I spit psycho flow like I’m alright though
I pick my road I go on the high road
Sick tightrope balancing my life though
Hick dyke hoes all up in my sight bro

Riddle me this I’m literally sick with what I write so
In the zone at home I always win the fight yo
Shinning bright like chrome and inside there’s a light hope
That I’ll never need a loan even though there’s a slight slope

On my road to being known and we know there’a a price though
I’ve controlled where I’ve flown gotta reach new heights so
I can explode reload and blow up like a bomb
Pass the baton this a relay you know I got it going on eh

Hook:

If you wanna prosper you gotta do it proper
Have patience like a doctor let nobody stop ya
Kick it sick like soccer be swift and adopt the
Right tactics to rock the crowd like you outta

I’ve been grinding my mind away any time of day
With my rhymes I slay and they say true crime does pay
I’m primed today to make lines that stay
In your mind for days on my grind don’t hate

Immmm

Spitting ridiculous check out the syllabus ripping the illest shit stuck in the middle with
All of my hitters it’s something to fiddle with I cannot riddle this I’m not illiterate
I can consider this hit or miss but I gotta shoot my shot son
Be as explosive as I can like the round from a shotgun

To blow up like a Molotov but right now I’m just nodding off
Dreaming scheming of leaving my life behind I gotta floss
I gotta cross rappers off my list till I get rich
Kill the negativity till I know I’m next with this

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