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Hope

Baby girl I just hope

When I grow up I can know the ropes

I'm never selling my soul

Guess we won't know until we know

So all I can do is hope, hope, hope

All I can do is hope

When I die leave a note

Until then I just hope, hopeI'm about to switch it on you all

My shoes are bleeding with the blood of Martin Luther King

These ain't no Louis Vuitton's

This is for tough gone

This is for activists riding in Teflon with a bulletproof vest on

This is for MSFT's who know that I'm serious

This is for all the delirious kids who can live inside a prison pyramid

There's kids in prison, are you hearing this?

But lately this is not a conspiracy

I don't label myself a conspiracist, I need a therapist

Look, Fahrenheit 451

Building seven wasn't hit and there's more shit to come

The pentagon is on a run

I just hope I go to heaven when this shit is done

Business is business I get it

I'm just wishing all these prisons was not independent

Lobbyists are in the Senate

Lobbying to make it obvious, innocent people are prosecuted for a living

I talked to Judas in my vision your bullshit is done

I'll be Martin Luther in a minute, once all the products in the kitchen

Why do you even get passionate when you be spitting?

You know they don't even listen they care about why itself and putting lean up in their fridges

And wearing crosses like they're christian when playing chess and I'm the bishop

I've just ran out of ammunition, baby, but I'm still on a mission

Your verses sound like dirty dishes and that's just a joke

Well baby all I do is Hope

Baby all I do is Hope

I'm never selling my soul

Yeah, we'll never know until we know

Baby all I do is hope, hope, hope

Baby all I do is hope, ho ho ho ho ho

When I grow up I can know the ropes

And I'm never selling my soul (No, no, no, no no no)

And i'm never selling my soul (No, no, no)

(No, no, no)

Selling my soul (No, no, no)

(No, no, no) ey ey (never selling my soul)

(No, never selling my soul)

Gloomy gloomy days in Calabasas cities on the maps and now it's hella ratchets

Mr. Soldier with my stripes and badges shouldn't plug the clip but that's just automatic

Got her number there, well what's their name?

Never hit her up but I'm just glad to have it

In case a lonely day she'll fall upon me

I can make a call and we can share some magic

Got psychopathic flow I'm scared of snapping

Hit them into the back and they don't know what happened

So subliminal they didn't know

Smooth Criminal call me Michael Jackson

I would die for this a suicidal passion

You and I were simply too aloud to have had it

Girl, my ego had to die

Ego had to fly, I'm just really glad this room is padded because I'm

Going harder than a running man once I get it all I ain't coming back

Girl I guess we'll never talk again, well I didn't know you wanted that

Could've left you with them other kids, would've helped us with a lot of suffering

Now I'm hanging out with mutual friends and they just do a lot of wandering

You want the comma comma comma comma

I ain't want the drama drama drama drama

Take you anywhere in the world you wanna go

Baby you're my suito baby mama me

You a gang gang gang gang, no bandanna that's no problem

Feeling cooler than a fanna', going through where you wanna babyFirst look through the valley

I can feel your body

Laying right beside me

First look through the valley

Girl I swear you got me

I can feel your body

I can feel your real side of you I feel your sound

Kiss me through the girls go where we go, we know, we know

Know, we know, we knowHey Syre, who is she?So, do you party much?

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