Hope City stand up
R.I.P. Jazze
Look, look into my mind
n*gga tell me what you see
Problems on my chest
n*gga buried at the sea
Look into my eyes, can you see my hunger?
n*gga this the calm, for the storm and the thunder
‘Less you got a raft, you probably going under
Working on my craft, worlds in a slumber
f*ck ‘em let ‘em sleep
A n*gga try’na eat
They left me on the island, I came back with a reef
Came to say your piece
You thought I’d be sinking, I’m a f*ckin’ artiste
A n*gga got thinking
Where I’m at? where I’m going?
How to get up out these streets?
With this rap and this flow, I’m a motherf*ckin’ beast
f*ck a label and a seal, cut the fable keep it real
n*ggas say they hood, hit the table and they squeal
Tryin’ to save they cake, they fess up to the jakes
I stay away from grass ‘cause I’m weary of the snakes
It gets scary in the late night hours of the dot
Problem is half these n*ggas think they ridin’ when they not
Get scared, go snitch, say who’s hiding with the Glock
Now we know that you a b*tch and you hidin’ on your block
Every n*gga act cool, yeah they all sell crack
A n*gga like me only ever sold rap
Sold facts with the sh*t, I was spittin’ to the youth
I rap, you rap, ‘cept you never tell the truth
I’m fire in the booth, I’m burning, I’m flaming up
They talk about the best, but they never naming us
They don’t know my name, don’t know my hustle
Don’t know my pain, so they don’t know my struggle
They? Who’s they? n*gga who they be?
Why these crackers try’na act like they do pay me?
Try’na bribe me into signin’ n*gga, you crazy
Got me wondering where the sides of your two-face meet
Guaranteed a young n*gga ain’t no new age meat
Feedin’ off your lies, I’ll have a two-day feast
They try’na tell a n*gga we’ll make you Jay-Z
How ‘bout you pay for my dead cousin’s new baby?
He ain’t got no father, life gon’ get harder
Praying that his pops was just a bit smarter
Seen them take Jazze, ain’t no lady of luck
Swear these n*ggas need some sun, ‘cause they shady as f*ck
Screaming pay me in bucks, put your money where your mouth be
Headed to the top, give a f*ck if you doubt me
f*ck if you doubt me, I f*ck where the south be
n*gga talking reckless, buck out my mouth piece
f*ck if you’re fake and f*ck if ya ain’t real
Lookin’ for a break, contemplatin’ on a deal
Mother grew up poor, father grew up broke
So I’m lookin’ for some dough without moving out the coke
Ain’t no joke in this city
They choke then roll a smoke
There is dope in this city, they sellin’ and dealin’ coke
At your throat in this city, it’s gritty upon the ropes
There is hope in the city, the city filled with hope x2
Young n*gga
(“What is Hope City? Is it even a real city?” “Hope City is where the hero in this story
Is from.” “Does he have a nickname? Every superhero has a nickname. How about The
Last Hope?” “I like that. They called him The Last Hope.”