Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Good Hope, artist - IshDARR. Album song Slow Down, KID, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE
Song language: English
Good Hope |
Ayy, trust the process |
More than over, bein' honest |
I got my monsters |
We all got demons, fix my posture |
For every reason |
I know this talent, this no garbage |
My city’s tauntin' |
All-equipped, precise targets |
How I mean harmless? |
In a most, most aggressive way |
God, give us all twenty-four hours, what you do with it may |
Few tears fallin', I’d be lyin' not to acknowledge |
Since now, by then college |
Wonder where the time go |
Still question the mind space |
Why the hell ain’t I blow? |
Not signin' no deals, man |
Indie 'til the time no |
I’m findin' a calm, place that don’t involve many |
Talks with advisors, let those motherfuckers work |
Shakin' hands with niggas laughin', all behind me, they might smirk |
It ain’t cool until you snap or end up passin' every mark |
Man, I’m on stage, memory saved |
Very respected or a bitch, choose your fate |
Nah, nah |
I don’t like the way these niggas lookin' at me (Nah) |
Marijuana, Hennessey, it keep my niggas happy (All my niggas) |
We ain’t playin' this at all, I got hitmen at call |
Boy, you know who we are |
Double-see 'em, them our demons (Them our demons) |
'Cause I feel like it, that’s the reason (That's the reason) |
Never out in public, baby, you gon' barely see me (Never see me) |
I’m goin' where you don’t but I’ll be there when you need me (Ayy) |
Fresh-dressed, clean button up, she’s cuttin' up, no worries |
Good things only last long if you let them I’m learnin' |
Ay, running there, pack my luggage |
Put the scrubs in the oven |
Carry torches like a champ |
How I repeatedly am so thorough |
Look on a map and applied the points |
Questions I never really considered |
On a movie set rollin' up joints |
Ay, some things just man got faith in the process |
You can’t skip, I |
Hopped up out the trailer, Danny Brown-like here |
Opened the bag with fourteen grams of chronic straight where he live |
Never met the man before, but he was wise as it gets |
Sittin' back and takin' notes so when we on I’ll admit |
To detail every right and wrong, pursue every goal in here |
Apply all game that we learned, Buddah is still in his stance |
To preach wrong here will recoup, young gorilla, he immac' |
I keep cannons in the front and (And) |