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, hope
I'm about to switch it on you all My shoes are bleeding with the blood of Martin Luther King These ain't no Louboutin This is for tough gone This is for activists riding in Teflon With a bulletproof vest on This is for MSFTS 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 YSL 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 When I crawl my body knows the ropes And i'm never selling my soul (No, No, No) And i'm never selling my soul (No, No, No) (No No No) Selling my soul (No No No)
Gloomy gloomy days in Calabasas cities on the maps and now it's hella ratchets MSFTS Soldier with my stripes and badges shouldn't plug the clique but that's just automatic Got her number there, well what's her name? Never hit her up but I'm so 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 a 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' run through where you wanna baby
First 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 [?]
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