We The Hope

[Verse 1: AKTHESAVIOR] Can a young nigga get cheese? Tryna take everything even tax out dreams Gotta find faith cause the fact's unseen Roll a spliff, meditate, then I'm back on my G Back on the plate with the bat of the weed With a passion to make it so momma can see Had to look inside the fire, my soul seek Made a nigga slow grind like chopped and screwed beats [Verse 2: Issa Gold] Guided by the light, nigga keep your dark Swimmin' through the deep on the creep like a shark Bulls-eye nigga when my shot hit the mark I be beggin' a nigga come step to the god See-through facade, like a mirage Nigga spit illusion all in they bars Y'all in the war, I'm runnin' take charge Grippin' my tool I'm ready for war My nigga don't fall [Hook: Issa Gold] All my niggas we ride for the coast, ride for the coast, ride for the coast Swear to my life I'ma die for the coast, die for the coast, die for the coast Heavy weed smoke, cop a O just to blow Rolled three smoke, 2-1 for the road Poured up a four, champagne for the toast Rap game full of jokes Goddamn we the hope Goddamn we the hope [Verse 3: AKTHESAVIOR] Hundred million dollars ain't gon' buy you the truth Trapped in the field which side you gon' choose? Praise to the savior like the Lion of Judah Breakaway from the hatred what defines you is you Findin' peace of mind when I grind up the Buddha Know we seeing hard times but the pine make me cooler Slide through Munich, worldwide with the music When you lie about the movies, sick and tired of you losers One day my nigga, you gon' see When I make it to the top, gonna kick in the door, G Super faded but I'm up makin' loot with the whole team Heavy hittin' with the lie my blunt's two grams each Your shit has seeds, don’t pass that to me Only OGs get wrapped up and chief Even O.T. my man's got the heat Just whip out the stack and smoke 'til I sleep Hopin' I wake the day you'll bring peace But know we still slaves, use brain to break free Souls can't be tamed, just puff smoke you'll see Just joined the campaign, the kings you can't beat Serf is like Wales just let the kid breathe Watch my ship sail leave marker hits three Thought I would fail but now they miss he And now they tell tales 'bout grinding with me Safe with a strap, both ways of my pap Used a king to save my life, I'm the savior of rap Stay with the pack, smoking J's in the back Independent in the night, might [?] witcha cap Brain in the past, got you chained and attack I was guided by the light, no stranger to trap Up according to this fight but my basement was piped Now my homies saw the passion and displayed through my axe [Hook: Issa Gold] All my niggas we ride for the coast, ride for the coast, ride for the coast Swear to my life I'ma die for the coast, die for the coast, die for the coast Heavy weed smoke, cop a O just to blow Rolled three smoke, 2-1 for the road Poured up a four, champagne for the toast Rap game full of jokes Goddamn we the hope Goddamn we the hope [Verse 4: Issa Gold] Raised up to bring change cause you can feel it all on my shit Nigga I done came up I’m getting paper I get paid for all of this shit I tell a nigga wake up, and get you cake up, and put you mind on top of your list Nigga I don’t take drugs a nigga is drugs Sell dali up in this bitch All of my niggas ridin' around with at least ten blunts, two motherfuckin' pounds Woods in the hood I don’t pass 'em around 'Cause my niggas smoke good got they own fuckin' loud Nigga fuck your style, see the coast gon' shine Fuckin' with the gods, must be out your mind Tryna set the wave let me see you gon' try Put a nigga in his place send him up to the sky C9 nigga fly, big blunts on the rise Drugs on the side keep a nigga real high I don’t fuck with the 'caine but the hoes might try Only weed in the sights is my mothafuckin' type Tell the bitch how to mind out her mothafuckin' sight Young gods on the rise, see a little nigga life Take note redesign then niggas won’t drop Beast Coast on top and my niggas gon' flock Smoke from the west got this dope for the low New York nigga wakin' up no snow Sun enticing a young nigga flow and I got the drugs so you already know Son of the god that’s word to the crow Bruce Leroy, young nigga gon' blow Fuck if you blow, still paid out the shows And my fans only grow, wanna pay me the dough