deep down

Lyrics

The things I've seen'll make ya throw up
Flaunt your flag, shoot your gats, hit your dank
Where I'm from that's how ya grow up
Man it's that wicked and 9 millimeter
Carrier bein stereo-typed daily
Ya got's to feel me,you got them fools that want a funk then.

[Hook] X 4
Deep down, there's a place for hope.

They wonderin why I'm carryin me a 12 gauge pump
Man I ain't no punk
The average everyday thug that's how it sounds
I'm defendin myself, I'm loadin that mili
And leaving em layin. I guess it's hard to explain why I'm feelin how I'm feelin
I guess I'm feelin sorrow cus my homies got some steel in em
And foos would say that it's my fault I bet
Cecause I wasn't strapped yo, but I gave up my set
How could I know that them fools would blast?
Later on, on my folks
It's funny how this bangin's got its different strokes. They say that ain't the way to handle that type funk
But now I'm loadin up the strap, smokin on that blunt
Just cause a Brotha Hung his flag up, What that mean? I can't ride?
YG's all in my face, I'm bout to help them ride

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Deep down, there's a place for hope.

a low pro, drink the 4-0
And lounge until it's time to go
Shinin up the forty-fo
And rollin up the boogey-boo, indo
And hopin if I should die, before I'm high
That they bury me in 50 pounds. I'm right up in the middle tryin to hang on and
Tryin not to end up like the homie doin time in the pen
But then again
I'm down for when the homies is ready to roll em up
You know, sticky in a dark blue Cut'
And as I'm creepin through ya set
Trip, don't get caught up, shot up.

[Hook] X 4
Deep down, there's a place for hope.