Feelings & Hope Lyrics

They ain't fuck with me back then

So how could you baby

Did a lot of shit I won't speak on

How could you play me

In the projects with my bruddas

Out the roof hanging

Off this perkyset like a buzzer beater

Ima shoot baby

Uhhh

I just got feelings and hope

Smoking Nic just so I can cope

Taking a sip now I'm driving the boat

Gotta d*** in this bitch like a hoe

Thirty stick ima pull it and go

Rapper weed got me moving in slow mo

Where I step I got shooters where I go

Change his skin like we vitiligo

Yeah

Im tryna run up these bands

They tryna down on yo mans

Overload pockets I need some new pants

Watch me blow like a whistle

Ian gone lie Ian loosing the pistol

Ni**ah play I'm diluting his tissue

And I roll like balloons at a funeral

Ni**ah don't come this way

Cause we got the sticks and chops

Fifty clip knock him outta his socks

She a freak but we call it a thot

And no we can't link cant get stuck in yo box

Im to done with these lil bitty bops

Watch on my wrist yeah it cost me a lot

It cooked like some crack in a pot

We send that lil ni**ah away

Straight with no feelings and hope to the grave

These ni**ahs think shit is a game til they laid

And most of these women be queens but they played

So I gotta keep what I got

Ian loosing my family to a hoe or a thot

It ain't shit i can't manage if I'm pushing the clock

I be running up time moving fast tryna cop it

Buy a brand new corvette I drive straight off the lot with it

Yeah

I just wanna help out my mama

Double back run it back do it twice like Obama

Used to eat with some rats had to switch out my bruddas

And these ni**ahs ain't loyal they'll snitch for a dozen

Say don't make me lil boy ya cause my fist get the thumping

Grahhh tap the switch it start drumming

Uh Uh don't chu play witcho life like a dummy

You start dissing or hissing they coming

Im to old for this shit I send youngins

Bout my son i step out bitch I'm coming

And i chose me a route now I'm stuck in it

Got no time to pout cause I been through a lot with it

An still living this drought but I been outta poverty

So much shit I was taught I know grandmama proud of me

With these feelings and hope take a risk how it gotta be

Just know one day i'll shine I can't cope with no doubt in me

I just got feelings and hope

Smoking Nic just so I can cope

Taking a sip now I'm driving the boat

Gotta d*** in this bitch like a hoe

thirty stick ima pull it and go

Rapper weed got me moving in slow mo

Where I step I got shooters where I go

Change his skin like we vitiligo

Yeah

Im tryna run up these bands

They tryna down on yo mans

Overload pockets I need some new pants

Watch me blow like a whistle

Ian gone lie Ian loosing the pistol

Ni**ah play I'm diluting his tissue

And I run like balloons at a funeral

Ni**ah don't come this way