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letra de hope - jaeychino

and tell these n-ggas it ain′t no fake sh-t
i talk to you everyday

n-gga i’m the hope of my trenches put on for my hood
four deep in the car with like six different irons
when lil bruh died that′s the last time i cried
we was takin’ n-ggas down we was tryna get fly

y’all play in the front so we went through the back
you told him be safe and his ass got cracked
man ask wassa name and he know about me
take a walk up the street i was blowin′ my p

in the spot right now just me and yp
man pass me the drac get low on one knee
i′m wiping my eyes whеn i look at his picture
in the car right now looking for bruh k!ller

a n-gga not young man a n-gga got oldеr
when sh-t went left he tried lean on my sholder
like six in the morning just scored us some drink
if the b-tch look pretty i’ma buy her some mink

man free all the men man they on the way home
my phone stay jumpin′ i’m huggin my phone
keep cappin′ in songs you ain’t bustin′ your gun
still jammin’ out sad man the night still young
i had me some money before i had fame
keep buying them jeans it’s a band and some change
i′m stuck in my ways man you can′t feel my pain
i’m stuck in my ways man you can′t feel my pain

n-gga sound sweet on the gram and i got me a l!ck
in a black truck ridin with another n-gga b-tch
it’s a s550 just jack me a whip
my spot do numbers i′m bustin them smiths

sound sweet on them, sound sweet on them songs
y’all ain′t doin’ no spinnin’ keep cappin′ the songs
y′all ain’t standin′ no business, you ain’t havin′ no motion
your ass lookin’ bad you speak on lil boosie
you get turned to a hashtag

mask on gloves on a f-ck it
let′s crash out smoke in the air man the young n-gga passed out
threw dirt on my name so a n-gga gotta drag now
threw dirt on my name so a n-gga gotta drag-

threw dirt on my name so a n-gga gotta-
threw dirt on my name so a n-gga gotta-
n-gga i’m the hope of my trenches put on for my hood
four deep in the car with like six different irons
when lil bruh died that’s the last time i cried
we was takin′ n-ggas down we was tryna get fly
y′all played in the front so we went through the back
you told him be safe and his ass got cracked
man ask wassa name and he know about me, take a walk up the street i was blowin’ my p

- jaeychino

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