Hope

Baby girl, I just hope

When I grow up I can know the ropes

Never selling my soul

Guess we won't know until we know

All I can do is hope

Hope, hope

All I can do is hope

When I die I'll leave a note

Till then I just hope, hope

I'm 'bout to switch it on you all

My shoes are bleeding with the blood of Martin Luther King

These ain't no Louboutins

This is for Top Gun

This is for activist riding in Teflon with the bulletproof vest on

This is for misfits who know that I'm serious

This is for all the delirious kids who can live inside the prism pyramid

Those kids in prison, are you hearing this?

Believe me, this not a conspiracy

I don't label myself a conspiracist

I need a therapist

Look, Fahrenheit 451

Building seven wasn't hit, and there's more shit to come

The Pentagon is on the run

I just hope I go to heaven when this shit is done

Business is business, I get it

I'm just wishing all these prisons was not independent

Lobbyists are in the Senate

Lobbying to make it obvious

Innocent people are prosecuted for a living

I talk to Judah in my visions

Your bullshit is done, I'll be Martin Luther in a minute

Once all the product's in the kitchen

Why do you even get passionate when you be spitting?

You know that they don't even listen

They care about YSL for life and putting lean up in their fridges

And wearing crosses like they're Christian

When playing chess, and I'm the bishop

I just ran outta ammunition, baby

But I'm still on a mission

You verses sound like dirty dishes

And that's just a joke

Baby, all I do is hope

Baby, all I do is hope

I'm never selling my soul

Yeah, we won't know until we know

Baby, all I do is hope

Hope, hope

Baby, all I do is hope

Hope, hope, hope, hope, hope

When I grow up I can know the ropes

And I'm never selling my soul

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

And I'm never selling my soul

No, no, no

Selling my soul

No, no, no

Hey, hey

Gloomy, gloomy days in Calabasas

City's on the map, so now it's hella ratchets

Misfit soldier with my stripes and badges

Shouldn't plug the clique, but that's just automatic

Got a number there, well, what's her name

Never hit her up, but I'm so glad I have it

In case a lonely day she'll fall upon me

I can make a call, and we can share some magic

Got a psychopathic flow, I'm scared of snapping

Hit 'em in the back, and they don't know what happened

So subliminal that you didn't know

Smooth Criminal, call me Michael Jackson

I would die for this, a suicidal passion

You and I were simply too alive to had it

Girl, my ego had to die, ego had to fly

I'm just really glad this room is padded

'Cause I'm going harder than a running back

Once I get it all I ain't coming back

Girl, I guess we'll never talk again

Well, I didn't know that you wanted that

Coulda left you with them other kids

Woulda helped us with a lot of suffering

Now I'm hanging out with mutual friends

And they just do a lot of wondering

You want the comma, comma, comma

I ain't want the drama, drama, drama

Take you anywhere in the world you wanna go

Baby, you're my suit, oh, baby, mama me

Were gang, gang, gang, gang

No bandana, that's no problem

Feeling cooler than a fountain

Come through when you wanna, baby

First steps through the lobby

I can feel your body

Laying right beside me

First steps through the lobby

Girl, I swear, you got me

I can feel your body

I can feel the real side of you

I feel your soul

Kiss me through the gray

Go where we going, on and on

Know, we know, we know

Hey, Syre

Who is she?