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HOPE
by KUNTA_ZA
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Fuck your scents I need a crib up on my wrist
30 under 30 tryna make it on the list
Shot my shot nd win nd do that again
I'm tryna write a story if I die I'm dieing rich
Fuck your scents I need a crib up on my wrist
30 under 30 tryna make it on the list
Shot my shot nd win nd do that again
I'm tryna write a story if I die I'm dieing rich
Had to drop out I can't be locked up inna box
Music's all a nigga got
Tryna make it top
Fuck know about connect all the dots
When hate dont stop
ND Dey call u all talk
Mirror mirror can u hear me I'm getting weary
Kept my faith like I been wishing a fairy
Say Dey want the best for me I know they wnna tear me
My Passion on fire, I had to be right put the time in
Had to go grind, deep in my soul nd found diamonds
Bitch I found my calling then designed it
do exactly as I say she call me simon
Level 4 truck got him feeling like he biden
If He get to disrespecting we gon find him
How, bride a cop nd sneak a bomb in
We just need the perfect timimg
My niggas viloint
Making racks offf rhythm ingp
Just point us to the nigga we behind him
All my Dawgs that I got em
Water on neck my neck be looking like a island
Send ur best rapper he won't ever uncrown me
Better keep a stick when ridding through traffic, my niggas passive
(Watchu gon do!)
U can do the mathematics(hey!)
More money my fashion
Fuck your scents I need a crib up on my wrist
30 under 30 tryna make it on the list
Shot my shot nd win nd do that again
I'm tryna write a story if I die I'm dieing rich
Fuck your scents I need a crib up on my wrist
30 under 30 tryna make it on the list
Shot my shot nd win nd do that again
I'm tryna write a story if I die I'm dieing rich
Fuck your scents I need a crib up on my wrist
30 under 30 tryna make it on the list
Shot my shot nd win nd do that again
I'm tryna write a story if I die I'm dieing rich
Fuck your scents I need a crib up on my wrist
30 under 30 tryna make it on the list
Shot my shot nd win nd do that again
I'm tryna write a story if I die I'm dieing rich
Had to drop out I can't be locked up inna box
Music's all a nigga got
Tryna make it top
Fuck know about connect all the dots
When hate dont stop
ND Dey call u all talk
Mirror mirror can u hear me I'm getting weary
Kept my faith like I been wishing a fairy
Say Dey want the best for me I know they wnna tear me
My Passion on fire, I had to be right put the time in
Had to go grind, deep in my soul nd found diamonds
Bitch I found my calling then designed it
do exactly as I say she call me simon
Level 4 truck got him feeling like he biden
If He get to disrespecting we gon find him
How, bride a cop nd sneak a bomb in
We just need the perfect timimg
My niggas viloint
Making racks offf rhythm ingp
Just point us to the nigga we behind him
All my Dawgs that I got em
Water on neck my neck be looking like a island
Send ur best rapper he won't ever uncrown me
Better keep a stick when ridding through traffic, my niggas passive
(Watchu gon do!)
U can do the mathematics(hey!)
More money my fashion
Fuck your scents I need a crib up on my wrist
30 under 30 tryna make it on the list
Shot my shot nd win nd do that again
I'm tryna write a story if I die I'm dieing rich
Fuck your scents I need a crib up on my wrist
30 under 30 tryna make it on the list
Shot my shot nd win nd do that again
I'm tryna write a story if I die I'm dieing rich
