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Hope City II by John River
Hope City II
Tuning:E A D G B E
Capo:no capo
[Intro]
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B|----------------------3-------------3--3--3--------|
G|--0------------------------------------------------|
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[Intro]
West block nigga
Hey Hope City stand up
LRTS, DWZ
Roll with Chicago Ricchezza I see you nigga
CIA Bounce nigga
I'm well affiliated
Look!
[Verse]
You underestimated greatly
Took over my city how long did it really take me
All the niggas had to leave, pass em cause they lazy
Now they at their crib, yelling why you never play me
Only 'Sauga niggas is Red and Devon Tracy
If Drizzy is the poppa of Toronto then I'm the baby
Because I've been in the crib, with blood up on my bib
I swear I'll kill these niggas if they ever try and fib
Your nose is getting longer, putting fires out
My hose is getting stronger, the home is getting honoured
The homies know whats water, that's the shit I rap for
Registered for house league get the fuck up out my rep floor
Greatness makes great
The only thing I'm stressin', is that you finally lastin'
Nigga ain't no second guessing
Niggas talking shit, yet they never get to steppin'
Like your salad plain, a couple things going need addressin'
Did not dime the flow, they play my music because it's real
Did not sign to Cole and I am not waiting on a deal
OVO label is great, did not sign to Drake
I just throw it in the air and let you niggas know its real
And funny that's the kicker, still a broke nigga
Can't afford to have a liquor, they still ask me about Marissa
You single are you with her, she leave you are you bitter
You fucking did you miss her, can I follow her on Twitter ah ha ha
That's kind of funny you niggas should really quit that
Storm is the reason why all you niggas should quit rap
Sell your microphone, your booth and just kick back
You niggas still writing your Kendrick Lamar diss raps
Forty Seven days later, O E C P, only ever craved paper
G H D D, give her dick don't date her
H O P E, Hope City fuck haters
Try and say I ain't the best out
Ask me about my journey I promise I took the best route
Two months after "The Calm", manager got locked up
Investor pulled his money imagine how that could shock us
Said that I was done no money and no label
I'm the type of nigga watching Game with no cable
Screaming anything is possible, situations optimal
Twenty Twenty vision yet I never seen an obstacle
And I can't pass, and you never hear the PO say that I ain't fast
And never hear a bitch say I can't last, or baby I can't smash
Swear to God and my mom nigga I'm that man
Hey look life is hard we learning how to deal with pain
I think in life we all looking for our Rachel Zane
Or Mike Ross depending on you sex
I think the best feeling is not depending on your Ex
Look, life is hard we learning how to deal with pain
I think in life we all looking for our Rachel Zane
Or Mike Ross depending on you sex
I think the best feeling is not depending on your Ex
Look, hey John River used to sound like J Cole
To be honest I was scared I compared my own flow but his was so much better
Completely different class, in my city I was nice, next to him I was trash
Until the day came, I met him in real life
He looked me in the eye and said nigga you real nice
You could be the best I know it's true
He said you sound like me you gotta sound like you
I said the rap game was stale and he was better than me
He said you sound like yourself you could be better than me
I could hear it in your voice but you stop because your age
The only way to be the best is to not be afraid to be you
Now pause, I swear that was the realest
I spit them raw shit and pray to God that you feel it
I'm fresh up out the 'Sauga, Suburbs and the old shit
They only sing Drake like why they play my old shit
Them niggas up in Ridge got their guns up in their holsters
Pop pop pop, have your mother screaming "Oh shit"
I spit it from the heart boy, I spit it for my art
Pray you love it cause I'm smart, not love it cause I'm dark
Talking reckless, talking reckless, yeah I talk all that
Pop that pussy, pop that pussy, niggas stop all that
And a song for the strippers, man that's all so whack
I'm the best in the world unless Pac come back
If he did, I'd fucking battle, put that nigga in the saddle
Put shots up in the frame until I hear that shit rattle
If he beat me then I take it, I beat him I'm the greatest
B.I.G. and Pun wanna take it, nigga motherfucking face it
Look, understand the concept, my mind is fucking complex
And any given context, it never was a contest
A dime meadow, Saddam and Osama found Obama in a conference
Brain is all three, except I filtered out the nonsense
Cons and the bomb threats, prongs and the nonsense
To make it to the top of the game is a long trek
Clock struck twelves and I blow by three
So when they ask you about the River say you know about me
They call me John
[Outro]
I say the clock struck twelves and I blow by three
They ask you about the River say you know about me
Remember back then when it was down on me
Boy I do it for the city you can count on me
I say the clock struck twelves and I blow by three
They ask you about the River say you know about me
Remember back then when it was down on me
Boy I do it for the city you can count on me
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