"Hope & Pray" lyrics
They told me most leaders of the revolution was broke
Hard headed Scyler trying to pick and choose how this go
Like I could get hold of this money without losing my rope
Till there's a knot around the bag and it'll move how you hope
So all my teammates at the park tell what's true to they post
But couldn't show up there tomorrow cause they knew what they know
Can anything be on you alone or what to do when they float
A hundred jumpers in the dark with fiends shootin' up soap
You and me and A will play the alley till three somethin'
Them bitches threw they box in a box like we need somethin'
And ain't no other feelin' like the feelin' when D's comin'
And you don't got no reason to run, but you flee from him
That secondhand smoke, as long as you stayin' close
The scent becomes yours too, so Jimmy chew antidote
The more that the camera rolls, the more they get the murder
Your pride, to everyone who left the park on the earlier side
Know how we ride, but I hope the best for you
Send that out to you and to whoever sit next to you
And if you gotta leave, may they jump off the steps with you
Never even wanna graze on you, keepin' what's left of you
You know I hope and pray like I pray the most for you
Especially when they leave out the cellar, I hope for you
You keep the receipts just in case they don't go for you
Shit that you believe now, may it stay close to you
You know
We almost lost Detroit, we almost lost Baltimore
We lost all of Jamaica Ave down to the corridors
Eyes wide as 165, watchin' them call it off
Signed in, waiting for Mr. Fingers to point at y'all
The point involved is pinpointed to stick around, heh
You heard it all along, bet you listen now
Listen how they fell through on KL Tools
They call it Kawhi Shakey, I'm worried about Kyron Lacey
Don't mistake me, if I talk Fred Hampton, I really mean it
If they talking on cameras, they Willie Beeman
On a Sunday that was given to anyone in denial
All the while, I'm furious styles when it come to miles
And what I'm bout is raising his hands to react with me
I'm talking on the cover of Slam with black hoodies
And the season couldn't be more deserving of pride
To everyone who left the park on the earlier side
Know how we ride, but I hope the best for you
Send that out to you and to whoever sit next to you
And if you gotta leave, may they jump off the steps with you
And everyone agrees on you keeping what's left of you
You know I hope and pray like I pray the most for you
Especially when they leave, I can sell all I hope for you
You keep the receipts just in case they don't go for you
Shit that you believe now may stay close to you
Like you standing at the front of the pew With 1, 200
And a preacher man looking at you Like if you love him
Then that number is gonna have to improve It's not enough
And then you try and add eight to keep you out of hell's summit
Like run it, run it fast enough where you can trace the noise
Coming out your reflection like you Ruby Ray McCoy
May she finally rest, peace to her family
Maybe they finally blessed, may nobody be next
I'm in debt to this vision of me as Huey P
With the hoods mimicking my advice like Lumi D. Singing uh-oh
Call out intentions like Sporty Thieves, Screaming uh-oh
For all that we've been and for who we be. Do believe
If ever you should feel a need to stray
Then may the motive still be as real as the BLA
I'm begging that you relate. To the world I described
To everyone who left the park. On the earlier side
Know how we ride, but I hope the best for you
Send that out to you and to whoever sit next to you
And if you gotta leave, may they jump off the steps with you
And everyone agrees on you keeping what's left of you
You know I hope and pray like I pray the most for you
Especially when they leave, I can sell all I hope for you
You keep the receipts just in case they don't go for you
Shit that you believe now may stay close to you
Oh God, oh God. Become tonight in the precious name of Jesus. And oh God, tonight we'd just like to talk to you. We want to tell you first of all, we've fallen short of a mark. Our streets are full of dope and sin. Our hands are stained with blood. But tonight we confess to you, Lord, our wickedness
Hard headed Scyler trying to pick and choose how this go
Like I could get hold of this money without losing my rope
Till there's a knot around the bag and it'll move how you hope
So all my teammates at the park tell what's true to they post
But couldn't show up there tomorrow cause they knew what they know
Can anything be on you alone or what to do when they float
A hundred jumpers in the dark with fiends shootin' up soap
You and me and A will play the alley till three somethin'
Them bitches threw they box in a box like we need somethin'
And ain't no other feelin' like the feelin' when D's comin'
And you don't got no reason to run, but you flee from him
That secondhand smoke, as long as you stayin' close
The scent becomes yours too, so Jimmy chew antidote
The more that the camera rolls, the more they get the murder
Your pride, to everyone who left the park on the earlier side
Know how we ride, but I hope the best for you
Send that out to you and to whoever sit next to you
And if you gotta leave, may they jump off the steps with you
Never even wanna graze on you, keepin' what's left of you
You know I hope and pray like I pray the most for you
Especially when they leave out the cellar, I hope for you
You keep the receipts just in case they don't go for you
Shit that you believe now, may it stay close to you
You know
We almost lost Detroit, we almost lost Baltimore
We lost all of Jamaica Ave down to the corridors
Eyes wide as 165, watchin' them call it off
Signed in, waiting for Mr. Fingers to point at y'all
The point involved is pinpointed to stick around, heh
You heard it all along, bet you listen now
Listen how they fell through on KL Tools
They call it Kawhi Shakey, I'm worried about Kyron Lacey
Don't mistake me, if I talk Fred Hampton, I really mean it
If they talking on cameras, they Willie Beeman
On a Sunday that was given to anyone in denial
All the while, I'm furious styles when it come to miles
And what I'm bout is raising his hands to react with me
I'm talking on the cover of Slam with black hoodies
And the season couldn't be more deserving of pride
To everyone who left the park on the earlier side
Know how we ride, but I hope the best for you
Send that out to you and to whoever sit next to you
And if you gotta leave, may they jump off the steps with you
And everyone agrees on you keeping what's left of you
You know I hope and pray like I pray the most for you
Especially when they leave, I can sell all I hope for you
You keep the receipts just in case they don't go for you
Shit that you believe now may stay close to you
Like you standing at the front of the pew With 1, 200
And a preacher man looking at you Like if you love him
Then that number is gonna have to improve It's not enough
And then you try and add eight to keep you out of hell's summit
Like run it, run it fast enough where you can trace the noise
Coming out your reflection like you Ruby Ray McCoy
May she finally rest, peace to her family
Maybe they finally blessed, may nobody be next
I'm in debt to this vision of me as Huey P
With the hoods mimicking my advice like Lumi D. Singing uh-oh
Call out intentions like Sporty Thieves, Screaming uh-oh
For all that we've been and for who we be. Do believe
If ever you should feel a need to stray
Then may the motive still be as real as the BLA
I'm begging that you relate. To the world I described
To everyone who left the park. On the earlier side
Know how we ride, but I hope the best for you
Send that out to you and to whoever sit next to you
And if you gotta leave, may they jump off the steps with you
And everyone agrees on you keeping what's left of you
You know I hope and pray like I pray the most for you
Especially when they leave, I can sell all I hope for you
You keep the receipts just in case they don't go for you
Shit that you believe now may stay close to you
Oh God, oh God. Become tonight in the precious name of Jesus. And oh God, tonight we'd just like to talk to you. We want to tell you first of all, we've fallen short of a mark. Our streets are full of dope and sin. Our hands are stained with blood. But tonight we confess to you, Lord, our wickedness
