Down (feat. Joi)

I hope (I hope)

I hope with the highest of hopes

That I never have to go back to the trap of my days of dealing with dope

So I (Ah-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

That boy he spitting that pressure (Pressure)

And he be smokin' that pressure (Pressure)

And he smart as a professor (Yessir)

Twenty-five lighters on dresser

Pound of that pressure

Sitting 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 speech (Speech)

Two times for the right to hold heaters (Heaters)

Just skip to the fifth if 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

Who am I 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

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

Gonna need a little hope, boys on the double

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

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

Pop the tape in baby we got shit we wrote for you (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 the wings'll be them darlin's hope they've broken you

Yeah they better hope that

I'm a full force full 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 a true dude with a burst heart from an old soul

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

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

I'm a 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

Who am I 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