MMXVII – Hopeless

Letra “MMXVII – Hopeless” Official Lyrics

I just woke up and I’m already loaded
Know that I peak 6’2 but I never stop growing
Darkest side of my omen’s
See what I want and I get it then sell to the homeless

Chill out, I’m joking
I could sell water right back to the ocean
They tryna pay me the second I open
Begging for money, I tell ‘em its hopeless

I got a whole lotta pressure, you ain’t gonna get it from me
I take a whole lotta lemons, I turn ‘em to liquor and then I go spit ‘em seeds
No wonder they all coming begging me please
Get off of my D I C K
Blood red in my eyes remain
10 shots and I feel no pain

Like, you wanna know what I got in store?
I can make all that you want and more
Cause I am really the one to start a storm
Blast it
My legacy longer than plastic
Make a flip and I’m feeling fantastic
Making bangers, it turned to a habit
Fuck going sabbath

You can’t stop me
I’ve been on go go go go go go go go
Blowing this shit up without any promo
Spend all your money, you’re feeling the fomo

I am the reason I’m here
You are the reason I stay away
Think I might setup the your bills to pay
And bitch you better not be late

Surely I’m smarter than and I got a art degree
Something about it ain’t hard for me
Shut up, you’re giving me heart disease
Energy clogging my arteries

You think you know every part of me
But I see a visions that’s hard to see
Please, tell me sets you apart from me
There’s a lot to read


I do this shit on my free time so, always
I done came a whole long way from freestyles in the hallways
Still not sure how to live life but I do know what it all takes
Couple of dirty hands and hard face

I just woke up and I’m already loaded
Know that I peak 6’2 but I never stop growing
Darkest side of my omen’s
See what I want and I get it then sell to the homeless

Chill out, I’m joking
I could sell water right back to the ocean
They tryna pay me the second I open
Begging for money, I tell ‘em its hopeless

I got a whole lotta pressure, you ain’t gonna get it from me
I take a whole lotta lemons, I turn ‘em to liquor and then I go spit ‘em seeds
No wonder they all coming begging me please
Get off of my D I C K
Blood red in my eyes remain
10 shots and I feel no pain

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