Intro (Hope)
π΅ 2035 characters
β±οΈ 2:28 duration
π ID: 11157707
π Lyrics
(oh i)
(ohh)
(oh i)
(ohh)
Still the same bitch, ain't shit change
Yeah i miss my dogs, damn i miss they game
Mood away from home, hoping shit change
Still alot of trauma, eating at my brain
Bitch, im still mad from 20 years ago
Wonder why my Daddy gave my Momma dope
Young Black and lost, but never lost hope
Young Black and lost, but never lost hope
Rent passed due, but my shoes new
Non-rapping bitch, who the fuck you talking to?
I was off in Saks, Gucci alligator bags
While you was 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 bΠ΅
These are facts, ask thΠ΅ bitches on my block how
I was parked at them stores 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 the 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 the 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 for-real
(ohh)
(oh i)
(ohh)
Still the same bitch, ain't shit change
Yeah i miss my dogs, damn i miss they game
Mood away from home, hoping shit change
Still alot of trauma, eating at my brain
Bitch, im still mad from 20 years ago
Wonder why my Daddy gave my Momma dope
Young Black and lost, but never lost hope
Young Black and lost, but never lost hope
Rent passed due, but my shoes new
Non-rapping bitch, who the fuck you talking to?
I was off in Saks, Gucci alligator bags
While you was 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 bΠ΅
These are facts, ask thΠ΅ bitches on my block how
I was parked at them stores 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 the 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 the 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 for-real
β±οΈ Synced Lyrics
[00:08.19](oh i)
[00:10.23](ohh)
[00:12.67](oh i)
[00:13.16](ohh)
[00:13.76]Still the same bitch, ain't shit change
[00:14.74]Yeah i miss my dogs, damn i miss they game
[00:17.46]Mood away from home, hoping shit change
[00:20.65]Still alot of trauma, eating at my brain
[00:23.60]Bitch, im still mad from 20 years ago
[00:25.97]Wonder why my Daddy gave my Momma dope
[00:29.47]Young Black and lost, but never lost hope
[00:31.51]Young Black and lost, but never lost hope
[00:34.29]Rent passed due, but my shoes new
[00:36.65]Non-rapping bitch, who the fuck you talking to?
[00:39.72]I was off in Saks, Gucci alligator bags
[00:42.53]While you was laying on your back, and
[00:45.12]Stuffin' bottles up your ass
[00:45.78]"These niggas ain't shit," words from my auntie
[00:47.40]Eight mugshots, niggas still beg to fuck me
[00:51.09]Bitch, I'm too rare like NY with some palm trees
[00:53.79]Bitches ever play, then his face where my palm bΠ΅
[00:56.63]These are facts, ask thΠ΅ bitches on my block how
[00:59.34]I was parked at them stores with them pieces in my socks
[01:02.28]And I'm still hot, in the summer, terry cloth
[01:04.86]Made it to the top and I swear I'll never stop
[01:07.54]Still the same bitch, ain't shit changed
[01:11.50]Damn, I miss my dogs, damn, I miss the game
[01:13.99]Moved away from home, hoping shit change
[01:17.13]Still a lot of trauma eatin' at my brain
[01:20.08]Bitch, I'm still mad from twenty years ago
[01:23.46]Wonder why my daddy gave my mama dope
[01:26.12]Young, Black and lost, but never lost hope
[01:28.81]Young, Black and lost, but never lost hope
[01:30.92]Who would have thought me, JT
[01:33.60]Would be sitting at awards, I was just in cell three
[01:36.27]Now it's Italy, solo dates at symphonies
[01:38.85]Champagne glasses, Ferragamos on my feet
[01:42.15]So fresh, so clean and I made it from the dirt
[01:44.41]Can't understand a menu, send a bitch a surf and turf
[01:48.76]I won't bend and I won't fold
[01:50.31]Mwah, no bars, five hundred thousand sold
[01:54.39]Still the same bitch, ain't shit changed
[01:56.76]Damn, I miss my dogs, damn, I miss the game
[01:59.98]Moved away from home, hoping shit change
[02:02.65]Still a lot of trauma eatin' at my brain
[02:05.58]Bitch, I'm still mad from twenty years ago
[02:07.72]Wonder why my daddy gave my mama dope
[02:10.65]Young, Black and lost, but never lost hope
[02:13.37]Young, Black and lost, but never lost hope
[02:22.61]Young, Black and lost, but never lost hope
[02:25.06]Young, Black and lost, but never lost hope for-real
[02:27.46]
[00:10.23](ohh)
[00:12.67](oh i)
[00:13.16](ohh)
[00:13.76]Still the same bitch, ain't shit change
[00:14.74]Yeah i miss my dogs, damn i miss they game
[00:17.46]Mood away from home, hoping shit change
[00:20.65]Still alot of trauma, eating at my brain
[00:23.60]Bitch, im still mad from 20 years ago
[00:25.97]Wonder why my Daddy gave my Momma dope
[00:29.47]Young Black and lost, but never lost hope
[00:31.51]Young Black and lost, but never lost hope
[00:34.29]Rent passed due, but my shoes new
[00:36.65]Non-rapping bitch, who the fuck you talking to?
[00:39.72]I was off in Saks, Gucci alligator bags
[00:42.53]While you was laying on your back, and
[00:45.12]Stuffin' bottles up your ass
[00:45.78]"These niggas ain't shit," words from my auntie
[00:47.40]Eight mugshots, niggas still beg to fuck me
[00:51.09]Bitch, I'm too rare like NY with some palm trees
[00:53.79]Bitches ever play, then his face where my palm bΠ΅
[00:56.63]These are facts, ask thΠ΅ bitches on my block how
[00:59.34]I was parked at them stores with them pieces in my socks
[01:02.28]And I'm still hot, in the summer, terry cloth
[01:04.86]Made it to the top and I swear I'll never stop
[01:07.54]Still the same bitch, ain't shit changed
[01:11.50]Damn, I miss my dogs, damn, I miss the game
[01:13.99]Moved away from home, hoping shit change
[01:17.13]Still a lot of trauma eatin' at my brain
[01:20.08]Bitch, I'm still mad from twenty years ago
[01:23.46]Wonder why my daddy gave my mama dope
[01:26.12]Young, Black and lost, but never lost hope
[01:28.81]Young, Black and lost, but never lost hope
[01:30.92]Who would have thought me, JT
[01:33.60]Would be sitting at awards, I was just in cell three
[01:36.27]Now it's Italy, solo dates at symphonies
[01:38.85]Champagne glasses, Ferragamos on my feet
[01:42.15]So fresh, so clean and I made it from the dirt
[01:44.41]Can't understand a menu, send a bitch a surf and turf
[01:48.76]I won't bend and I won't fold
[01:50.31]Mwah, no bars, five hundred thousand sold
[01:54.39]Still the same bitch, ain't shit changed
[01:56.76]Damn, I miss my dogs, damn, I miss the game
[01:59.98]Moved away from home, hoping shit change
[02:02.65]Still a lot of trauma eatin' at my brain
[02:05.58]Bitch, I'm still mad from twenty years ago
[02:07.72]Wonder why my daddy gave my mama dope
[02:10.65]Young, Black and lost, but never lost hope
[02:13.37]Young, Black and lost, but never lost hope
[02:22.61]Young, Black and lost, but never lost hope
[02:25.06]Young, Black and lost, but never lost hope for-real
[02:27.46]