HOPE
I hope that you know
I hope that you know
What ya doin'
What ya doin'
What ya, what ya
What ya doin'
What ya doin'
What ya doin'
What ya, what ya
What ya doin'
Look, yeah
They don't they don't know (they dont know)
Boy I'm trying (they dont), I'm on the go (im on go)
It's whole lotta choppers (whole lotta choppas), 10x scope (yeah)
Call the paramedics (hello), on the phone (on the phone)
Yellow tape (yellow tape), when we blow (when we blow)
He think he's tough but he's actually soft
Glock in his hand but he's having his doubts
Goin to jail for his gang and applause
Ain't really worth, if he looks it across
If he started shooting can't think of a pause
If he started shooting can't think of a pass
He couldn't see all the faces he shot
He couldn't always be labelled a mob
He wanna pay respect to the loss
There ain't no way he's connecting the dots
There ain't no way he ain't shootin the glocks
He wanna see the whole world fall apart
Gang gang really he got the spot
Smoking weed and chilling with his thots
What you doin, what you doin with your glock?
I hope that you know
I hope that you know
What ya doin'
What ya doin'
What ya, what ya
What ya doin'
What ya doin'
What ya doin'
What ya, what ya
What ya doin'
They don't they don't know (they dont know)
Boy I'm trying (they dont), I'm on the go (im on go)
It's whole lotta choppers (whole lotta choppas), 10x scope (yeah)
Call the paramedics (hello), on the phone (on the phone)
Yellow tape (yellow tape), when we blow (when we blow)
He could sell all of his body for clout
Next mornin he make millions from none
All the smoke for the blood money son?
All the smoke for the blood money huh?
Grew up in streets with all them little guns
Semi automatic got him real stuck
If he started shooting he a real one
Peer presure got him having real fun
Next morning he got a call man
"Bro where you at? opps at the door"
Open up the door, this hardcore
Shoot 10 rounds, All on the ground
All the magazines lyin on the floor
Cops at the scene everybody gone
He the only one locked in the cell
Tell me if this shit really worth it?
I hope that you know
I hope that you know
What ya doin'
What ya doin'
What ya, what ya
What ya doin'
What ya doin'
What ya doin'
What ya, what ya
What ya doin'
I hope that you know
What ya doin'
What ya doin'
What ya, what ya
What ya doin'
What ya doin'
What ya doin'
What ya, what ya
What ya doin'
Look, yeah
They don't they don't know (they dont know)
Boy I'm trying (they dont), I'm on the go (im on go)
It's whole lotta choppers (whole lotta choppas), 10x scope (yeah)
Call the paramedics (hello), on the phone (on the phone)
Yellow tape (yellow tape), when we blow (when we blow)
He think he's tough but he's actually soft
Glock in his hand but he's having his doubts
Goin to jail for his gang and applause
Ain't really worth, if he looks it across
If he started shooting can't think of a pause
If he started shooting can't think of a pass
He couldn't see all the faces he shot
He couldn't always be labelled a mob
He wanna pay respect to the loss
There ain't no way he's connecting the dots
There ain't no way he ain't shootin the glocks
He wanna see the whole world fall apart
Gang gang really he got the spot
Smoking weed and chilling with his thots
What you doin, what you doin with your glock?
I hope that you know
I hope that you know
What ya doin'
What ya doin'
What ya, what ya
What ya doin'
What ya doin'
What ya doin'
What ya, what ya
What ya doin'
They don't they don't know (they dont know)
Boy I'm trying (they dont), I'm on the go (im on go)
It's whole lotta choppers (whole lotta choppas), 10x scope (yeah)
Call the paramedics (hello), on the phone (on the phone)
Yellow tape (yellow tape), when we blow (when we blow)
He could sell all of his body for clout
Next mornin he make millions from none
All the smoke for the blood money son?
All the smoke for the blood money huh?
Grew up in streets with all them little guns
Semi automatic got him real stuck
If he started shooting he a real one
Peer presure got him having real fun
Next morning he got a call man
"Bro where you at? opps at the door"
Open up the door, this hardcore
Shoot 10 rounds, All on the ground
All the magazines lyin on the floor
Cops at the scene everybody gone
He the only one locked in the cell
Tell me if this shit really worth it?
I hope that you know
I hope that you know
What ya doin'
What ya doin'
What ya, what ya
What ya doin'
What ya doin'
What ya doin'
What ya, what ya
What ya doin'
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