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Hopsin
Hopsin
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Hopsin
Hopsin
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Hopsin
Hopsin
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Damon Elliott
Damon Elliott
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Y'all now in the place to be and you rocking with the H-O-P I'ma tell y'all a story of mine of the lord put the weight on me (that's right) Y'all now in the place to be and you rocking with the H-O-P Pay attention closely to my story (alright) Mommy never had shit, neither did pop And that's exactly the reason that he beat her a lot So shit, as a kid I had to be a cheater and rob Dealing with all of the consequences of me getting caught Life appeared to be cool when I was young 'cause I ain't notice things Rent was paid every month with no problems, so it seems And as I got older I would catch on to things Then I start to notice that shit ain't the way it's 'posed to be Come to find out, we've been up in a rut My mom feeling like she got a knife stuck in the gut And dad tripping out for no reason, cussin' and stuff I'm trying hard, sucking it up like, "Fuck it, it's us" And Christmas in our household was not that popular 'Cause all I ever received was socks and boxers My friend got a Power Rangers toy and a Mega-Zoid It was official, mark it on our fucking family record, poor Y'all now in the place to be yeah you rocking with the H-O-P I'ma tell y'all a story of mine about how the lord put the weight on me (that's right) Y'all now in the place to be yeah you rocking with the H-O-P Pay attention closely to my story (alright) When I was 17 my dad moved out He refused to try and help us get a brand-new house So that just left me, my mom and my sister And it was up to me to be the man to polish our future We was slowly falling apart, I felt the pain all in my heart When my mom would go and crawl in the dark And cry her lungs out 'cause she knew that our good times is up now I ain't know how to deal with none of it, I was strung out Finally my eighteenth birthday hit I would've left, but I had to help her pay rent My homies got their own place, they living very nice Sipping on some Bacardi and throwing parties every night They mom buying cars, new 3-50 Z's While my mom's in debt, at least 50 G's That means I got to work harder just to get by 'Cause if I don't we'll be struggling for the rest of our life, fuck Y'all now in the place to be yeah you rocking with the H-O-P I'ma tell y'all a story of mine about how the lord put the weight on me (that's right) Y'all now in the place to be yeah you rocking with the H-O-P Pay attention closely to my story (alright) God, I hate to cuss to you, but I hate my fucking life Nothing's right, it's cold in my world, it's never summer time Is it a test? Giving me this mediocre lifestyle If I'ma get it then what needs to happen right now I'm one week away from jumping off a cliff Or putting heat up to my head, and then dumping off a clip I know you think I'm just lying, 'cause last time I stood next to a cliff side, I bitched out but I'ma do it this time Man, forget it, we both know I'm not I just say that stupid shit because I'm so low on guap But for real though, God man you've got to help me out 'Cause I know the road I'm rolling on is not a healthy route From now back to the day I was a little kid Shit ain't even brighten up a little bit Now wouldn't you be just a little pissed if this was you Yeah, I'm cursed and it's the truth Looks like I'ma have to resort to violence to get the loot Y'all now in the place to be yeah you rocking with the H-O-P I'ma tell y'all a story of mine about how the lord put the weight on me (that's right) Y'all now in the place to be and you rocking with the H-O-P Thank you for listening to my story (alright)
Writer(s): Marcus Jamal Hopson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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