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letra de no hope - albee al

[intro]
from the bottom
only way out is up right
it’s either jail or death know what i’m saying
survival of the fittest only the strong survive

[chorus]
i know i give my hood hope watching mama sell c0ke
auntie baby sitting on it know i’m sniffing dope
boy we was broke talking broker than a joke
game on the line you won’t never see me choke
see my dog getting smoked talking murder she wrote
mama crying on me got my whole shirt soaked
ma i’m riding for him only words that i spoke
said ma i’m riding for him only words that i spoke
i from where it’s no hope

[verse 1]
hold up, all this money got them mad at me
n-ggas really hating on my strategy
know if you touch me it’s gon’ be so many tragedies
turned my back out of trust and he started stabbin’ me
n-ggas k!lled they cousin’s (?)
but we know they with us we can feel them like a sixth sense
times i lose control when i’m driving in that benz (?)
will we make it out this projects? know that it’s a slim chance
lord save us when you a k!ller the whole hood praise ya
daddy dead so the hood raised us i made my hood famous
i’m the type that keep shooting if he hit the pavement
beat the charge crackers tried to hang him

[verse 2]
my mama used to bust her -ss just to get us jordan’s
then they wonder why i’m out here flossing
(?)my cousin’s turned them into orphans
that’s why this pain sh-t that’s all i’m talking
i ain’t the one i got two on me
heard he a snake but he grew on me
never ever thought that it’d be you homie
free (?) man he blew homie
boy i can’t wait till all my n-ggas home
i feel lost cause all my n-ggas gone
and me and – we don’t get along
he really acting like i did him wrong
handshake don’t match his smile n-gga what now
i was down state rooting for you every touchdown
– really acting crazy oh you tough now?
can’t believe this n-gga really switched wait till he touchdown

[dark lo verse]
you know how lo ride shoot his block non stop
mama say she be back she went to go cop
a drug dealers dream nice car gold watch
nice broad (?) with hittas like the white sox
the hope is gone here
up close gun in his face like some long hair
you can’t go there i’m chilling on a lawn chair
coming up every year was a lone year
a good meal was only rare
my man died his mom (?) my shirt
then we went up 5 bet it all go for broke
razor in the booth go for throats
in these streets no costra nos
i’m on the ropes it’s the okey doke
north philly style shoot the crowd
shorty feel my style you know she gave me root c-n-l
hold your head if you losing trial
dead serious lose a smile
i came with shooters (?) albee al

[outro]
where it’s no hope
i’m from where it’s no hope
ya, i want all the smoke man i want all the smoke

- albee al

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