John River - Hope City lyrics

Hope City stand up R.I.P. Jazze Look, look into my mind n***a tell me what you see Problems on my chest n***a buried at the sea Look into my eyes, can you see my hunger? n***a this the calm, for the storm and the thunder ‘Less you got a raft, you probably going under Working on my craft, worlds in a slumber f** ‘em let ‘em sleep A n***a try'na eat They left me on the island, I came back with a reef Came to say your piece You thought I'd be sinking, I'm a f**in' artiste A n***a got thinking Where I'm at? where I'm going? How to get up out these streets? With this rap and this flow, I'm a motherf**in' beast f** a label and a seal, cut the fable keep it real n***as say they hood, hit the table and they squeal Tryin' to save they cake, they fess up to the jakes I stay away from gra** ‘cause I'm weary of the snakes It gets scary in the late night hours of the dot Problem is half these n***as think they ridin' when they not Get scared, go snitch, say who's hiding with the Glock Now we know that you a b**h and you hidin' on your block Every n***a act cool, yeah they all sell crack A n***a like me only ever sold rap Sold facts with the sh**, I was spittin' to the youth I rap, you rap, ‘cept you never tell the truth I'm fire in the booth, I'm burning, I'm flaming up They talk about the best, but they never naming us They don't know my name, don't know my hustle Don't know my pain, so they don't know my struggle They? Who's they? n***a who they be? Why these crackers try'na act like they do pay me? Try'na bribe me into signin' n***a, you crazy Got me wondering where the sides of your two-face meet Guaranteed a young n***a ain't no new age meat Feedin' off your lies, I'll have a two-day feast They try'na tell a n***a we'll make you Jay-Z How ‘bout you pay for my dead cousin's new baby? He ain't got no father, life gon' get harder Praying that his pops was just a bit smarter Seen them take Jazze, ain't no lady of luck Swear these n***as need some sun, ‘cause they shady as f** Screaming pay me in bucks, put your money where your mouth be Headed to the top, give a f** if you doubt me f** if you doubt me, I f** where the south be n***a talking reckless, buck out my mouth piece f** if you're fake and f** if ya ain't real Lookin' for a break, contemplatin' on a deal Mother grew up poor, father grew up broke So I'm lookin' for some dough without moving out the coke Ain't no joke in this city They choke then roll a smoke There is dope in this city, they sellin' and dealin' coke At your throat in this city, it's gritty upon the ropes There is hope in the city, the city filled with hope x2 Young n***a (“What is Hope City? Is it even a real city?” “Hope City is where the hero in this story Is from.” “Does he have a nickname? Every superhero has a nickname. How about The Last Hope?” “I like that. They called him The Last Hope.”