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'mma 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," 'til 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