Intro (Hope)
(oh i)
(ohh)
(oh i)
(ohh)
Still the same bitch, ain't shit change
Yeah i miss my dogs, damn i miss they game
Mood away from home, hoping shit change
Still alot of trauma, eating at my brain
Bitch, im still mad from 20 years ago
Wonder why my Daddy gave my Momma dope
Young Black and lost, but never lost hope
Young Black and lost, but never lost hope
Rent passed due, but my shoes new
Non-rapping bitch, who the fuck you talking to?
I was off in Saks, Gucci alligator bags
While you was laying on your back, and
Stuffin' bottles up your ass
"These niggas ain't shit," words from my auntie
Eight mugshots, niggas still beg to fuck me
Bitch, I'm too rare like NY with some palm trees
Bitches ever play, then his face where my palm bе
These are facts, ask thе bitches on my block how
I was parked at them stores with them pieces in my socks
And I'm still hot, in the summer, terry cloth
Made it to the top and I swear I'll never stop
Still the same bitch, ain't shit changed
Damn, I miss my dogs, damn, I miss the game
Moved away from home, hoping shit change
Still a lot of trauma eatin' at my brain
Bitch, I'm still mad from twenty years ago
Wonder why my daddy gave my mama dope
Young, Black and lost, but never lost hope
Young, Black and lost, but never lost hope
Who would have thought me, JT
Would be sitting at awards, I was just in cell three
Now it's Italy, solo dates at symphonies
Champagne glasses, Ferragamos on my feet
So fresh, so clean and I made it from the dirt
Can't understand a menu, send a bitch a surf and turf
I won't bend and I won't fold
Mwah, no bars, five hundred thousand sold
Still the same bitch, ain't shit changed
Damn, I miss my dogs, damn, I miss the game
Moved away from home, hoping shit change
Still a lot of trauma eatin' at my brain
Bitch, I'm still mad from twenty years ago
Wonder why my daddy gave my mama dope
Young, Black and lost, but never lost hope
Young, Black and lost, but never lost hope
Young, Black and lost, but never lost hope
Young, Black and lost, but never lost hope for-real
(ohh)
(oh i)
(ohh)
Still the same bitch, ain't shit change
Yeah i miss my dogs, damn i miss they game
Mood away from home, hoping shit change
Still alot of trauma, eating at my brain
Bitch, im still mad from 20 years ago
Wonder why my Daddy gave my Momma dope
Young Black and lost, but never lost hope
Young Black and lost, but never lost hope
Rent passed due, but my shoes new
Non-rapping bitch, who the fuck you talking to?
I was off in Saks, Gucci alligator bags
While you was laying on your back, and
Stuffin' bottles up your ass
"These niggas ain't shit," words from my auntie
Eight mugshots, niggas still beg to fuck me
Bitch, I'm too rare like NY with some palm trees
Bitches ever play, then his face where my palm bе
These are facts, ask thе bitches on my block how
I was parked at them stores with them pieces in my socks
And I'm still hot, in the summer, terry cloth
Made it to the top and I swear I'll never stop
Still the same bitch, ain't shit changed
Damn, I miss my dogs, damn, I miss the game
Moved away from home, hoping shit change
Still a lot of trauma eatin' at my brain
Bitch, I'm still mad from twenty years ago
Wonder why my daddy gave my mama dope
Young, Black and lost, but never lost hope
Young, Black and lost, but never lost hope
Who would have thought me, JT
Would be sitting at awards, I was just in cell three
Now it's Italy, solo dates at symphonies
Champagne glasses, Ferragamos on my feet
So fresh, so clean and I made it from the dirt
Can't understand a menu, send a bitch a surf and turf
I won't bend and I won't fold
Mwah, no bars, five hundred thousand sold
Still the same bitch, ain't shit changed
Damn, I miss my dogs, damn, I miss the game
Moved away from home, hoping shit change
Still a lot of trauma eatin' at my brain
Bitch, I'm still mad from twenty years ago
Wonder why my daddy gave my mama dope
Young, Black and lost, but never lost hope
Young, Black and lost, but never lost hope
Young, Black and lost, but never lost hope
Young, Black and lost, but never lost hope for-real
Credits
Writer(s): Jatavia Shakara Johnson, Gamal Kosh Lewis, Omer Fedi, David Biral, Denzel Michael Akil Baptiste
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