‎hope - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Ha, wake up, and I hope for the best

Wake up, and I hope for the bread

Talkin' down, don't get shot in yo' head

Me and gang smokin', Ed, Edd n Edd

I'on think that you hear what I said

Make a band, then I go straight to bed

Bro get clapped, if he talkin' to Zen

Talkin' down, but that nigga a fan

Pull the glick, and that lil boy, he ran

I got racks, I'm like fuck Uncle Sam

Blowin' up, and these niggas say "Damn!"

That boy run up on me, and that pole say "Blam"

Me and my pole say "Bam", yeah

M-Make these niggas scram, yeah

She gon' take my pants off

Eat the dick, like some yams, yeah

Yeah, got my bands up, yeah

And got my fans up, yeah

Fuck yo' handout, gotta get myself up, yeah

These boys fake, but I lit 'em in a thrax

All these niggas do is talk, but on God, I didn't ask

I remember when I was down bad, all up on my ass

But now can't nobody tell me shit, cause I got that bag

Ha, ha, haaaaa

Go, damn, go, goo, goo