Mistah F.A.B. - The Hope lyrics

[Intro] It's for the city man! You already know what's going on, man It's down the hope, man Only n***as putting positivity back in the community, man It ain't nothing wrong with being square man They live long and young... Handle your business! If you're really from the streets You ain't ... find that I remember being young, watching moms buying crap Riding by Saint Pablo, see my sister on the tray Too embittered just to speak, can't drive in the light I can't still see my daddy, nine after... Or my... the only thing they kept from come Rather chase the green, like a leprechaun Streets coming... I keep the weapon on! Face friends transform and they're decepticons n***a finding working, dirty cons, see you stepping on it! Since my last album, man, I lost hell of folks Some to the pen, some got smoked When I see my mom and dad, I spit the homicide ..it made you go blind! But I'm still standing here with a smile, smile ..saying why, why? [Hook] I bring heaven to the hood, people say that I'm the hope For all my n***as trapped in narcotics or selling dope For all them girls lost, turned out walking this road For all my real n***as on probation and parole! This, this, this, this what the bottom is I've been down so long, getting down ain't an option But, if you believe it, then you can achieve And I ain't lying my n***as, sh**, look at me! [Verse 1] Every day getting calls from the pen like: Shoot me fifty, bro! Shoot me thous, shoot me ten! Man, anything helps, we ain't doing twenty five And everybody that you call it ain't better than your life Folks locked up, better show your n***as love You don't know how it's like getting letters wrote in blood The day before I hit the road, told Milly, "be safe!" We got on the road, Milly got shot with a K! 69 shots in his momma face, the type of sh** a n***a can't face Type of text messages a n***a can't take I'm a real a** n***a, type these n***as can't fake! n***as say I'm hitting... and they're saying that they're mobbing Said they run the city, but they ain't even jogging City on mind, n***a that's a... If you n***as getting money, why you ain't giving back? [Hook] I bring heaven to the hood, people say that I'm the hope For all my n***as trapped in narcotics or selling dope For all them girls lost, turned out walking this road For all my real n***as on probation and parole! This, this, this, this what the bottom is I've been down so long, getting down ain't an option But, if you believe it, then you can achieve And I ain't lying my n***as, sh**, look at me! [Verse 2] Mayor of the city, I don't need no election Good through the hood comes slide through the section Tell the truth in a song, I charade my confession Momma dying was a curse, I thought his birth was a blessing City going crazy, that's why I'm giving back Friend lying every time, that's where I'll be living at Truth be told, I'm a modern day... Organize another.. cause the guy... [Hook] I bring heaven to the hood, people say that I'm the hope For all my n***as trapped in narcotics or selling dope For all them girls lost, turned out walking this road For all my real n***as on probation and parole! This, this, this, this what the bottom is I've been down so long, getting down ain't an option But, if you believe it, then you can achieve And I ain't lying my n***as, sh**, look at me! [Outro] Yeah, see one thing about these n***as, man They don't tell you the good things about the streets But ain't nobody gonna tell you about them A hundred years in this, man The best friends snitching The going to your homie funerals Your best k**ing your best friend You telling your partner momma is gonna be alright And she looking at you like you didn't lost your mind! They'll tell you about that! Ain't nothing wrong about having your business, lil bro! Go to school someday, the streets is overrated!