Down (feat. Joi)

I hope (I hope)

I hope with the highest of hopes

That I never have to go back to the trap

And my days of dealing with dope

So I, I only spit fire and dope

So later on you can go quote

My lines to your people and folk

And they say damn (damn)

That boy be spitting that pressure (pressure)

And he be smoking that pressure (pressure)

And he smart as a professor (yessir)

25 lighters on dresser, pound of that pressure

Sittin right next to (next to)

Next to a book and a gun

Ballot or bullet, you better use one

One time for the freedom of speeches (speech)

Two time for the right to hold heaters (heaters)

Just skip to the fifth with the cops in the house

Close your mouth and pray to your Jesus

Ask why cause the Devil a lie (lie)

So I stay holy and high (high)

May never get rich, but I never bitch

'Cause I made it here by and by

My, my, y'all

I coulda died, y'all

A couple times I took my eyes off the prize, y'all

I know a few people pray for my demise, y'all

But like cream, I had to rise, I had to rise, y'all

Oh my, y'all

I coulda died, y'all

A couple times, I took my eyes off the prize, y'all

I know a couple people pray for my demise, y'all

But even birds with broken wings want to fly, y'all

RTJ

You're gonna need a bigger boat, boys, you're in trouble

Gonna need a little hope, boys, on the double

You muckin' with a G here, see talk to me

Or maybe listen to the man that barely dodged his own lobotomy

Pop the tape in baby, we got shit we wrote for you

Came from feeling what a pure absence of hope can do

Only to leap through flaming rings and break the nose of crews

Still in their wings'll be them darlings of hope they've broken you

(Yeah, they better hope that) I'm a full force and a cold fact

See the cold floor, where I licked dirt when the dough dried and pride died

Had a bud max, had to shop right

Gimme two meals and the lights on

I'ma do right, get a new crew

Make a new life, never boo hoo

Never lose sight, I'm true dude

With a burst heart from a old soul

Better stop drop when the squad's hot, we don't stop a lot

We don't talk a lot about it, we just pop it off a lot

I'm high, man, I'm a cosmonaut

Scream: Fuck 'em, till they lop our bloody noggins off

I promise y'all

My, my, y'all

I coulda died, y'all

A couple times I took my eyes off the prize, y'all

I know a few people pray for my demise, y'all

But like cream, I had to rise, I had to rise, y'all

Oh my, y'all

I coulda died, y'all

A couple times, I took my eyes off the prize, y'all

I know a couple people pray for my demise, y'all

But even birds with broken wings want to fly, y'all