SB95 - Hope 2 lyrics

[Intro] We should be one And never, never, never apart The thought of me losing you to someone else It breaks my heart Ayo, man Lalo, I got these motherf**ers, you know what I'm saying? Oh, don't blame me, baby I'm not to blame Ayo, this is Reality Check, y'all! This one's for Hip-Hop, you know what I'm saying? Vrawn Anger up in this b**h Damn! Cause I need it Here I go! [Verse 1] Catch me performing simple and plain Or live in the main street with a band Like 3 Stacks, my hand in the sands Sinatra sings Put a crowd together Turn up the sound two levels, fam I wanna prove 'em clear and loud what I'm about I'm bringing something better than Those who treated a man like he was hella little Cause he from the generation of degeneration Now s** it cause because of y'all fault We all facing a recession to the Great Depression There might be a couple of exceptions They might be capable mentors But these other busters Taking out the soul of the saviors like a dementor The most elegant trash, I don't you to this shaking your a** You can be in your crib playing this while holding a champagne gla** I don't need a verse of Damiak's, corny voices in the backstreet In the stage hard sampling, f** Mercy This headache what you should be asking Get back to main competition of being the darkest hippy I see men moving their hips 'n wearing t-shirts Showing all their nipples, all like b**hes f**ing hipsters, word lost the real meaning Take eighty nine one coke, I hope you get your wackness choked And you start being dope [Bridge (x2)] Stay Hip-Hop, stay Stay Hip-Hop, stay Give Hip-Hop, give Give Hip-Hop, give [Hook (Eidrien)] Hip-Hop It will never die Hip-Hop will never die (It will never die, y'all!) [Verse 2] Uh, second verse This when I ride rough in the same conversation from before Long story short, I finna kick it with these Converse Taylors I might need a verse from DMX Since I'm tryna save Hip-Hop from hell, it ain't hard to tell I don't need to make-up every song I made up With an R&B collaborator I know you wanna get your weight straight up But you faking the culture that gives you paper What happend to f** an R&B b**h And cuff the chick who's potentials score high? That means Ima mess with Claudia And marry Snow White We want the product to give us the money and also the glory Ain't it funny? Some become a joke 'n get enough phony To reach out to white bunnies They listen to the music, wanna get an uzi Now they Bonnies, wanna pop mollies like Miley And their mommies don't want it so they blame us I am sorry... sorry that Now she wanna be a trap star Cause her idol look like a Rap star She a cla** star but she a gangsta "Yeah, girl, you a mobster!" She don't know the story, can't blame her Hell no! That's what you f** with, you should know it Some drop raps that's wack, k**ing it softly Rap in heaven to be holy Yeah! [Bridge] [Hook]