AK The Savior - We The Hope lyrics

[Verse 1: AK the Savior] Can a young n***a get cheese? Tryna take everything even tax out dreams Gotta find fate cause the fact's unseen Roll it's spliff, let it take, then I'm back on my G Back on the plate with the bat of the weed With the pa**ion to make it so momma can see Had to look inside the fire, my soul seek Made a n***a slow grind like chop-the-school beats [Verse 2: Issa Gold] Guided by the light, n***a keep your dark Swimmin' through the deep on the creep like a shark Bulls-eye n***a when my shot hit the mark I be beggin' a n***a come step to the god See-through facade, like a mirage n***a spittin' illusion all in they bars Y'all in the war, I'm runnin' take charge Grippin' my tool I'm ready for war My n***a don't fall [Hook: Issa Gold] All my n***as we ride for the coast, ride for the coast, ride for the coast Swear that's my life I'd die for the coast, die for the coast, die for the coast Heavy weed smoke cop a O just to blow Rode three smoke, 2-1 for the road Poured up a four, champagne for the toast Rap game full of jokes Goddamn we the hope Goddamn we the hope [Verse 3: AK the Savior] Hundred million dollars ain't gon' buy you the truth Trapped in the field which side you gon' choose? Praise to the savior like the Lion of Judah Breakaway from the hatred what defines you is you Findin' peace of mind when I grind up the Buddha Know we seeing hard times but the pot make me cooler Slide through Munich, worldwide with the music When you lie about the movies, sick and tired of you losers One day my n***a, you gon' see When I make it to the top, gonna kick in the door [?] Super faded but I'm up makin' loot with the whole team Heavy hittin' with the lie my blunt's two gram each Your sh** has seeds, don't pa** that to me Only OGs get wrapped up in chief Even O.T. my man's got the heat He whips out the stack and smokes 'til I sleep Hopin' I wake the day you'll bring peace But know we still slaves with the brain to break free Souls can't be tamed, just puff smoke you'll see Just joined the campaign, the kings you can't beat Serf is like Wales just let the kid breathe Watch my ship sail leave marker hits three Tought I would failed but now they miss he And now they tell tales about grinding with me Safe with a strap, both ways of my pap Used a king to save my life, I'm the savior of rap Stay with the pack, smoking Js in the back Indepenedent in the light, like [?] Brain in the past, got you chained and attack I was guided by the light, no stranger to trap But according to this fight with my basment was piped Now my homies saw the pa**ion and [?] through the axe [Hook: Issa Gold] All my n***as we ride for the coast, ride for the coast, ride for the coast Swear that's my life I'd die for the coast, die for the coast, die for the coast Heavy weed smoke cop a O just to blow Rode three smoke, 2-1 for the road Poured up a four, champagne for the toast Rap game full of jokes Goddamn we the hope Goddamn we the hope [Verse 4: Issa Gold] Raised up to bring change cause you can feel it all on my sh** n***a I done came up i'm getting paper I get paid for all of this sh** I tell a n***a wake up, and get you cake up, and put you mind on top of your list n***a I don't take d** a n***a in d** Sell dali up in this b**h All of my n***as ridin' around with at least ten blunts, two motherf**in' pounds Woods in the hood I don't pa** em around 'Cause my n***as smoke good got they own f**in' loud n***a f** your style see the coast gon' shine f**in' with the gods must be out your mind Tryna set the wave let me see you gon' try Put a n***a in his place send him up to the sky C9 n***a fly, big blunts on the rise Drugs on the side keep a n***a real high I don't f** with the game but the hoes might try Only weed in the sights is my mothaf**in' type Tell the b**h how to mind out her mothaf**in' sight Young gods on the rise, see a little n***a life Take note redesign then n***as won't drop Beast Coast on top and my n***as gon' flock Smoke from the west got this dope for the low New York n***a wakin' up no [?] Sun enticing a young n***a flow and I got them d** so you already know Son of the god that's word to the crow Bruce Leroy, young n***a gon' blow f** if you blow, still paid out the shows My fans only grow, gonna pay me the dough