Hope Video (MV)

I put my all on the line
When they said I ain't have no hope
I went trial back to back
Man that shit was no joke
My momma cryin' in court
Bout had me goin loko
I looked her straight in her eyes
Said we won't hurt no more

My lawyers looked me in the face
They said I gotta do better
I spent so many sleepless nights
Trynna pull myself together
SayLess got me out the cell
He know I got his back forever
A nigga go against my dawgs
And we gon handle that together
I love em all no strings attached
And I ain't talkin' bout no tether
I go to war bout my people
Bitch Ion care bout the weather
Catch a pussy nigga lackin'
Then go send his moms a letter
I might go f*ck his main bitch
She said I can make it wetter

I live my life like a movie
Cause it can end so fast
Lord knows I'm tired of the struggle
I gotta chase this bag
Know a couple niggas hatin'
But Ion know why they mad
Can't go nowhere without a strap
Nah I ain't goin out sad
It's kinda hard to do right
When everybody think you bad
It's kinda hard to move on
With people bringin' up the past
It's kinda hard to build trust
When you know he gon rat
It's kinda hard to stay patient
That's why I smoke this gas
And it's so hard to go easy
When I just wanna f*ckin' spazz
These niggas actin' like they know me
But they don't know Jack
I told em wait till I make it
I'm finna act a f*ckin' ass
Foreign drip in my closet
Nah Ion care about a tag
I came up straight from the bottom
N I ain't ever goin back

I'm trynna stuff it in my wallet
But that shit won't close
I made sum bands of the gas
I wasn't even sellin' O's
You know I had that exotic
I'm talkin' Blue Cheerios
Sum niggas snitched cause they was jealous
But you know how that goes
And that's why Ion trust a nigga
I know he gon fold
I lost sum family to the game
That's why I stay ten toes
Robbie said just chase the bag
Don't worry bout these hoes
And that's why Ion trust a bitch
Cause she gon f*ck my foes
Reese said keep makin' music
Cause my shit too cold
Zé when the tape gone drop
Nigga I don't know
It's kinda hard to drop a tape
When you stay on the road

It's kinda hard to make a song
With people blowin' up my line
I got too many missed calls
Just from hittin' decline
And when I step into the booth
That shit happens every time
Can y'all just leave my ass alone
Before I lose my mind