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hope you know (26mix) - li rye lyrics

[intro]
mmm
mmm*mmm*mmm*mmm*mmm
mmm*mmm*mmm*mmm*mmm
big 26 sh*t, n*gga

[verse]
so heartbroken inside right now, i don’t know what to do
take prescription drugs, they ain’t doin’ what they ‘posed to do
gave up lookin’ for love, just never helped, i’m goin’ through
i spelled l*o*v*e backwards and got evil, that’s the truth
evil in my spirit, i see demons in my dreams
i hate it when i wake up right before they finish me
sometimes i wanna die, they see me cryin’, they’ll think i’m weak
but i been on my grind, make sure that my whole family eat
2020, i was f*cked up, n*gga had put somethin’ in my weed
all these trials and tribulations i been through, you wouldn’t bеlieve
spit my pain to the mic, go away my feelings on my sleep
thеy only care ’bout benefits, could give two f*cks about me
uh, popular loner
got my heart broke, that turned me to a stoner
got my heart broke and i popped me a pill
give it to my whole camp, just tryna feel sh*t
real gangster, i been standin’ on business
sippin’ lean, on the road to riches
you hear that sound? that’s the golden ticket
his lil’ stupid ass done f*cked around and spared the wrong witness
my cuh tellin’ on my brother, what the f*ck? d*mn, cuz, you trippin’
i never once raised a rat, rod and jb, them my boys for life and they know
i don’t give a f*ck if the label call my phone, if i ain’t gettin’ paid i ain’t showin’ up for it
in love with my b*tch, n*gga, f*ck yours
heard when they spinned on the block you ain’t bust yours
i got some n*ggas that’s ready to bust yours behind my name
in love with the money, hate, it came with fame
this for real, why you think i keep switchin’ in lanes?
drop a bag, you get extra you knock out his brain
grrt, boom, bah, bang
step on a stepper, they just screamin’ my name
too much autotune for all these old n*ggas
i heard you was dissin’, so you know the next time that i catch you, better have your pole with ya
shoot in the crowd, i don’t care if your bro with ya
shoot in the crowd, i don’t care if no ho with ya
even god can’t save your b*tch ass from me, n*gga, f*ck a jehovah’s witness
no filter, i’m known for trippin’
enjoyin’ that perc’, need that sh*t in my system
i hope you know no matter what you’ll always be my n*gga
i hope you know no matter what it ain’t no n*ggas bigger
red dot ‘tached to a n*gga face like a f*ckin’ sticker
headshot, no face, no picture
you know that was some ho sh*t, b*tch, ’cause you my n*gga
i done cried enough to fill a river, i’m still tryna deliver
h*ll in my eyes, every day i wake up to a new dilemma
tryna cope with drugs, but all it do make it hard to remember
all my diamonds froze, probably why my heart cold like the month of december
i can’t f*ck with no ho, ain’t got no guard, got sh*t on the agenda
life ain’t fair, life ain’t equal, go’n feed the wolves and they gon’ eat ya
they say, “reach for the stars,” but i done starved for all my f*ckin’ people
you grown, n*gga still out here lookin’ up to stars like they ain’t regular people
the f*ck? is you dumb or somethin’?
if it’s a switch on back the glock, i’ll put a drum or somethin’
they say i’m a problem, i’m startin’ to feel like dj drama or somethin’
she did what she can, i’ll probably say that i’m my mama’s son
i ain’t with all that playin’, i’ll up this b*tch and whack your mama’s son
frrt, keep shootin’ ’til it’s done
my daddy b*tch*ass scared of rap, now he tryna sign off on my bond
i ain’t turnin’ myself in for sh*t, b*tch, i’m right back on the run
grrt, red and blue lights give me ptsd
how you mad ’cause i got out my ass and went did the thing i knew was better for me?
that sh*t happened so fast, couldn’t believe i wasn’t livin’ a dream, probably somewhere asleep
i keep catchin’ cramps while i’m chasin’ that bag, it be sak’ and my brother deceased
ain’t gotta be first, but i never be last, know these n*ggas want me on my knees
frrt, boom, get put on a tee
gangster from the bone to the tip of my t**th
he was dissin’, now we mixin’ your partner with kief
i ain’t talk ’bout diamond boy, so y’all won’t think i’m dissin’ him
for his family members that be missin’ him, go visit him
and for these n*ggas that’s dissin’, we been havin’ switches over here, play and get sent with him
r.i.p. to red, you p*ssy n*ggas couldn’t even sit with him
we got choppers, arps and dracs (walk down)
heard they couldn’t find his face, lock down
two*man cell with five n*ggas, everybody complainin’ ’bout sp*ce
i had five shanks on my second day
all out like they was scared to look my way
but ain’t none n*gga play
sh*t get real behind that wall
i ain’t finish my food, watch another n*gga scr*pe the plate
the streets ain’t cool, just get some money, focus on that pape’

- li rye lyrics

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