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Fabolous

The Hope

 

The Hope

(album: The S.O.U.L. Tape 3 - 2013)


[Verse 1 Jadakiss:]
Don't make me put one of y'all in the grave
I'm playing with money, y'all niggas save
The pain I'm a cause is something y'all counldn't face
A couple niggas shot cause one of y'all niggas brave
Rushing him to the ER, rushing me to the stage
This The Soul Tape 3, nothing we need to say
Leave the handguns at home, fuck 'em, just bring the K's
For the homies in the county with nothing that's eating trays
Since I started eating my motto is eat away
Top 5 is always followed by DOA
Thought I was on top when I bottled a key of yay
Then I went straight from the block to the VMA's
The way the hands move on the clock you'd be amazed
You just feel the burn, nigga. you don't see the blaze
Take a good look at my eyes, you see the haze
Right left, life or death, either way
Same tough guys will cry when they see you laid
Never show your hand, they dying to see your spades
I'm married to the game, you dying to get engaged
You only gangster when the lions is in the cage (coward)
Your life's worth nothing, the goons had it appraised
I might do the ray for maroon with the beige
Bad bitch with me, Louie with the shades
If you ain't self employed than truly you a slave

[Verse 2 Fabolous:]
Tooly to your waves, brain on your winter coat
Niggas burning bridges then expecting you to send a boat
If I'm coming at your neck think a bullet in the throat
Never gone forget you niggas, got 'em written in my notes
I'm a send the goons, a snitch gone. send the folks
They gone kill you just cause, don't make me send the locs
New blue hundreds spending c-notes
Fresh pair of Timbs, vintage pea-coats
I'm a stand up nigga, never been a joke
Riding since pedal bikes with reflectors and the spokes
I snuck up from behind, put the game in a yolk
You apply a little pressure and them rookies finna choke
Niggas looking washed up, it's something in the soap
You looking like Adrien Broner in the ropes
My shoes is 2 racks, I should be in the slopes
Might come through in bubble same way they send the pope
Parading down 5th Ave like I'm in a float
That new H50 push button like remote
Control is hard to have, especially when you broke
They sleeping because they eating, but you hungry and you woke
Shorty mouth wet, but her strength is in the stroke
Greatest of all time so her name has been the goat
She say you got the people waiting for it then it's dope
The game is fucked up, but if you back then it's hope, nigga

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