Ray Rife - The Hope Freestyle lyrics

Uh Its a new motherf**ing day I feel good man No disses on the track But ya'll hear about that later Yo [Verse] Quit the huntin' I'm the Lochness in the flesh What the MonStars needed in 9-6 I stroll through every spot like there's an "S" on my chest I call it confidence, but some'll deem me co*ky, I guess I see you workin' but I'm still unimpressed Y'all chasing the green, I'm chasing the plots to get on the scene Money'll come unfortunately, some look down like they better than me Cause they tripped up on the illusion of an American Dream But I have my ambition Whether accepted by him or you, just sit down and listen Not afraid of a distant friendship I walk the vision of Eli with Mila Kunis My compositions of rhymes qualify to be a book for new religion My b**h, complexion equivalent to Willy Wonka Tickets Gold, but I'ont treasure that box it's just to dig in I need to raise my stock til I reach that top percentage Rife the Wolf Of Wall Street continuously on them trips I'm stationed in the South now where folks amazed by the snow Where as the streets that I'm from n***as getting paid by the snow When patient, you grow Big Reg said "Don't quit before the miracle happens" That quote replays in my head a personal oath Its hard to sleep at night when you see a future that's bright As the first sights of a newborn, birth outside during sunrise Walk into a crowd you see an uprise, the type of sh** that I see Now to the legend I speak Jada said "If you ain't self-employed you truly a slave" Sounded correct but he was wrong anyway Cause at the end of the day Money we fiend to obtain will forever have us n***as in chains Whether we take the shots or calling the plays, uh I'm not dissin, just further applying knowledge What college won't get you with all them dollars In the event Kiss hears this, and feel its a diss, do understand None of you feed me, I ain't bitin no hands I'm just a hungry germ cold in the fridge Meaning I'll come for anybody tryna take from my ribs Gods, legends, or myths I'll take his D-Block, get some locks and put em on that E-block That Michael Clark Duncan walked in Green Mile before he shocked, uh Aye Rest In Peace, I'm too electric Again I'm not dissin, sure he'll honor my appetition Just a warning jab to those hoping to spar with Sugar Ray I'm robbin sons until they bruise and all their confidence wanes Rife