Hope - Fuck Y'all

rate me

ft. Tupac Shakur

Money gone fuck friends

I need a homie that know me

when all these muthafuckin' cops be on me

I got problems ain't nobody calling back

now what the fuck is happenin' with my ballin' cats

Remember me I'm ya homie that was down to brawl

Sippin' Hennessy hanging with the clowns and

all we used to do is drink brew, screw and common knew

we had bitches by the dozens oh we fuckin' cousins

You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc

a nigga just got paid and we still was broke

It took time but finally the cash was mine

all the rewards of a hustler stuck in the grind

Look around and all I see is snakes and faces

like scavengers waitin' to take a hustler's pape's

and when you stuck where the fuck is all ya friends

They straight busted and can't be trusted fuck y'all

Fuck all ya, fuck all ya

Ah, I've been a g, been thuggin' since dungarees

Chasing down ice cream in the middle of the street

Bringing home "F"s and blaming it on our teachers

Experimenting with weed, fucking hoes by the bleaches

Shooting street lights on the bricks in the back yard

Playing with guns, we act hard (we was young then)

Friends locked up, we got cousins in the system

No older brother, I am the older brother and it's non fiction

Gang friction, tv trying to convince me

That this black president understand what's against me

He's got the world's best job, and I don't qualify to sell shoes in the mall

He doesn't understand it all so who am I to call

I was raised by the rappers, schooled by the curb

Fed by trappers, shot at by neighbors and ignored by the fam

You … you don't know who I am, motherfuck y'all

That's right fuck all ya, fuck all ya, fuck all ya

I went from rags to riches quick

to socializing with the baddest bitches

went from a bucket to a rag with switches

I'm seein' death around the corner

I'm bumpin' Gloriaaaa doin' 90 'cause I wanna

I'm getting high like I said it with some chocolate thai

mixed with some indonesia watch me fly

And even though I know the cops behind me

hit the weed and uh I continue doing 90 (Biotch)

will I get caught another ticket get to kick it in court

Fuck the law give a shit I'm even worse than before

I know they wanna see a nigga buried

but I ain't worried still throwing these thangs

got me locked in these chains

and hey nigga what the fuck is you wailin' 'bout

soon as I hit the cell I'll be bailin' out

And when I hit the streets I'm in a rush to ball

I'm screaming Thug Life nigga fuck y'all

Fuck all ya man, fuck all ya, …nobody, fuck all ya.<br />

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Thanks to Andrei

Thanks to word for correcting these lyrics

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