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Fligga & Anonomys Flint - Hope Lyrics



Fligga & Anonomys Flint - Hope Lyrics




It's simple mathematics time to add it up
All this fake shit y'all get it Y'all getting outta character
Get it then you back it up keep it tucked
Cops right in back of us in the minivan Oh lord
Shoot and play the block like a small forward
I was bound to get it I was comin' for it
Are you runnin' with me keep it 100 with me

If not why you f*ckin' with me? If you my man like you say you are f*ck it
I'm out of my mind I'm out of my zone I'm bringin' the chrome
Wait leave it at home the struggle won't leave me alone
Figure it out you can survive through the drought

If you gon' hustle just hustle take them birds to the south
Let's reroute like I think they know the place
She play the field I don't know the game
But she runnin' back after she touchdown
Run the flea flicker then let flea hit her
The block is hot I'm talkin 98 degrees nigga

I hope you got a I hope you got a plan my nigga
I hope you help your man my nigga I hope you feed your fan my nigga
Pick up the phone when they call you in the jam my nigga

I hope you got a I hope you got a plan my nigga
I hope you help your man my nigga I hope you feed your fan my nigga
Pick up that phone when they call you in the jam my nigga

This shit I was strugglin' for had me bubblin' more
This ain't salmonella cuttin' the raw
Baking soda on it I'm stretchin' to fall
I gotta get it I'm itchin' for it like fiends I'm livin' chasin' my dreams
Don't want my daughter to need like Keen I had a "family to feed"
And they was hungry I was ready to scheme okay

A hundred miles and runnin' like OJ
For them cubes of ice I'm feelin' like O'Shea
My bitch bag Chanel and her shoes say Dolce
She matte black the range and I put tints on the scat
Make everyone great again let's put the rock on the map

You know I live how you live But all them places you been at
Been in the mud but they can't keep you there Nigga you ain't stoppin' mine so let's make it clear
You gon' die if you just live in fear
Now let me show you what to do
Take that big step like A.I. did on Tyrone Luke
Fligga

I hope you got a I hope you got a plan my nigga
I hope you help your man my nigga I hope you feed your fan my nigga
Pick up that phone when they call you in the jam my nigga
I hope you got a I hope you got a plan my nigga

I hope you help your man my nigga I hope you feed your fan my nigga
Pick up that phone when they call you in the jam my nigga
I hope you got a I hope you got a plan my nigga
I hope you help your man my nigga I hope you feed your fan my nigga

I hope you help your man my nigga
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English

It's simple mathematics time to add it up
All this fake shit y'all get it Y'all getting outta character
Get it then you back it up keep it tucked
Cops right in back of us in the minivan Oh lord
Shoot and play the block like a small forward
I was bound to get it I was comin' for it
Are you runnin' with me keep it 100 with me

If not why you f*ckin' with me? If you my man like you say you are f*ck it
I'm out of my mind I'm out of my zone I'm bringin' the chrome
Wait leave it at home the struggle won't leave me alone
Figure it out you can survive through the drought

If you gon' hustle just hustle take them birds to the south
Let's reroute like I think they know the place
She play the field I don't know the game
But she runnin' back after she touchdown
Run the flea flicker then let flea hit her
The block is hot I'm talkin 98 degrees nigga

I hope you got a I hope you got a plan my nigga
I hope you help your man my nigga I hope you feed your fan my nigga
Pick up the phone when they call you in the jam my nigga

I hope you got a I hope you got a plan my nigga
I hope you help your man my nigga I hope you feed your fan my nigga
Pick up that phone when they call you in the jam my nigga

This shit I was strugglin' for had me bubblin' more
This ain't salmonella cuttin' the raw
Baking soda on it I'm stretchin' to fall
I gotta get it I'm itchin' for it like fiends I'm livin' chasin' my dreams
Don't want my daughter to need like Keen I had a "family to feed"
And they was hungry I was ready to scheme okay

A hundred miles and runnin' like OJ
For them cubes of ice I'm feelin' like O'Shea
My bitch bag Chanel and her shoes say Dolce
She matte black the range and I put tints on the scat
Make everyone great again let's put the rock on the map

You know I live how you live But all them places you been at
Been in the mud but they can't keep you there Nigga you ain't stoppin' mine so let's make it clear
You gon' die if you just live in fear
Now let me show you what to do
Take that big step like A.I. did on Tyrone Luke
Fligga

I hope you got a I hope you got a plan my nigga
I hope you help your man my nigga I hope you feed your fan my nigga
Pick up that phone when they call you in the jam my nigga
I hope you got a I hope you got a plan my nigga

I hope you help your man my nigga I hope you feed your fan my nigga
Pick up that phone when they call you in the jam my nigga
I hope you got a I hope you got a plan my nigga
I hope you help your man my nigga I hope you feed your fan my nigga

I hope you help your man my nigga
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Writer: John Dozier
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Performed By: Fligga & Anonomys Flint
Language: English
Length: 2:48
Written by: John Dozier
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