"Intro (Hope)" lyrics
Still the same bitch, ain't shit changed
Damn, I miss my dogs, damn, I miss they game
Moved away from home, hoping shit change
Still a lot of trauma eatin' at my brain
Bitch, I'm still mad from twenty years ago
Wonder why my daddy gave my mama dope
Young, Black and lost, but never lost hope
Young, Black and lost, but never lost hope
Rent past due, but my shoes new
Non-rapping bitch, who the fuck you talking to?
I was off in Saks, Gucci alligator bags
While you were laying on your back and stuffin' bottles up your ass
These niggas ain't shit, words from my auntie
Eight mugshots, niggas still beg to fuck me
Bitch, I'm too rare like NY with some palm trees
Bitches ever play, then his face where my palm be
These are facts, ask the bitches on my block how
I was parked at them stoves with them pieces in my socks
And I'm still hot, in the summer, terry cloth
Made it to the top and I swear I'll never stop
Still the same bitch, ain't shit changed
Damn, I miss my dogs, damn, I miss they game
Moved away from home, hoping shit change
Still a lot of trauma eatin' at my brain
Bitch, I'm still mad from twenty years ago
Wonder why my daddy gave my mama dope
Young, Black and lost, but never lost hope
Young, Black and lost, but never lost hope
Who would have thought me, JT
Would be sitting at awards, I was just in cell three
Now it's Italy, solo dates at symphonies
Champagne glasses, Ferragamos on my feet
So fresh, so clean and I made it from the dirt
Can't understand a menu, send a bitch a surf and turf
I won't bend and I won't fold
Mwah, no bars, five hundred thousand sold
Still the same bitch, ain't shit changed
Damn, I miss my dogs, damn, I miss they game
Moved away from home, hoping shit change
Still a lot of trauma eatin' at my brain
Bitch, I'm still mad from twenty years ago
Wonder why my daddy gave my mama dope
Young, Black and lost, but never lost hope
Young, Black and lost, but never lost hope
Young, Black and lost, but never lost hope
Young, Black and lost, but never lost hope
Damn, I miss my dogs, damn, I miss they game
Moved away from home, hoping shit change
Still a lot of trauma eatin' at my brain
Bitch, I'm still mad from twenty years ago
Wonder why my daddy gave my mama dope
Young, Black and lost, but never lost hope
Young, Black and lost, but never lost hope
Rent past due, but my shoes new
Non-rapping bitch, who the fuck you talking to?
I was off in Saks, Gucci alligator bags
While you were laying on your back and stuffin' bottles up your ass
These niggas ain't shit, words from my auntie
Eight mugshots, niggas still beg to fuck me
Bitch, I'm too rare like NY with some palm trees
Bitches ever play, then his face where my palm be
These are facts, ask the bitches on my block how
I was parked at them stoves with them pieces in my socks
And I'm still hot, in the summer, terry cloth
Made it to the top and I swear I'll never stop
Still the same bitch, ain't shit changed
Damn, I miss my dogs, damn, I miss they game
Moved away from home, hoping shit change
Still a lot of trauma eatin' at my brain
Bitch, I'm still mad from twenty years ago
Wonder why my daddy gave my mama dope
Young, Black and lost, but never lost hope
Young, Black and lost, but never lost hope
Who would have thought me, JT
Would be sitting at awards, I was just in cell three
Now it's Italy, solo dates at symphonies
Champagne glasses, Ferragamos on my feet
So fresh, so clean and I made it from the dirt
Can't understand a menu, send a bitch a surf and turf
I won't bend and I won't fold
Mwah, no bars, five hundred thousand sold
Still the same bitch, ain't shit changed
Damn, I miss my dogs, damn, I miss they game
Moved away from home, hoping shit change
Still a lot of trauma eatin' at my brain
Bitch, I'm still mad from twenty years ago
Wonder why my daddy gave my mama dope
Young, Black and lost, but never lost hope
Young, Black and lost, but never lost hope
Young, Black and lost, but never lost hope
Young, Black and lost, but never lost hope
