Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hip Hop, artist - August Alsina. Album song This Thing Called Life, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 10.12.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DEF JAM, Universal Music
Song language: English
Hip Hop |
I came from drop tops and old school Chevy’s |
Dope boys rollin' through, shittin' on ya heavy |
Fifteens in the trunk beatin' down your block |
Only 4 years old when Biggie got shot |
I remember playing on the block, hanging on the block |
Young niggas slanging on the block, getting off them rocks |
Now we livin' better now, Coogi sweater now |
Weather still getting colder, we could change the weather now |
But I… |
Came up in criminal days |
Living these criminal ways, what can I say |
Hugging the block every day |
Grindin' and making a way |
And that I pray, for better days |
That it don’t be the same tomorrow |
Now I celebrate my sorrows with this bottle |
And say |
(Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey) |
I pray for more better days |
(Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey) |
I know that I can feel change |
(Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey) |
I pray for more better days |
(Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey) |
I know that I can feel change |
Everyday ain’t good but everyday ain’t bad |
Mama always said show thanks for what you have |
Boy never forget to realize you’re blessed |
This cold world can rot you if you let it |
Now I’m out here tryna get it, really out here tryna get it |
Always knew that I would make it, maybe it was so prophetic |
Cause I came from the bottom and the humbleness beginnings |
From the youngest nigga grindin' to the youngest nigga wining |
Came up in criminal days |
Living these criminal ways, what can I say |
Hugging the block every day |
Grindin' and making a way |
And that I pray, for better days |
That it don’t be the same tomorrow |
Now I celebrate my sorrows with this bottle |
And say |
(Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey) |
I pray for more better days |
(Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey) |
I know that I can feel change |
(Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey) |
I pray for more better days |
(Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey) |
I know that I can feel change |
'Fore you die you make your mark and reach new levels |
Want the bread, want the diamonds and the bezels |
And if these bitches that you want, have several |
Just gotta know, lotta shit’s temporary |
It won’t last, no, no, it won’t last, no |
Meaning it til' here |
Next thing you know it’s all gone |
That’s why I been on my grizzy outchea |
Long as I grind, better days are near |
Came up in criminal days |
Living these criminal ways, what can I say |
Hugging the block every day |
Grindin' and making a way |
And that I pray, for better days |
That it don’t be the same tomorrow |
Now I celebrate my sorrows with this bottle |
And say |
(Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey) |
I pray for more better days |
(Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey) |
I know that I can feel change |
(Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey) |
I pray for more better days |
(Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey) |
I know that I can feel change |