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HopeLess (feat. Pimp C & Nameless Be That Nig) Video (MV)






Shadoe - HopeLess (feat. Pimp C & Nameless Be That Nig) Lyrics




Talking to god because I feel numb
Know I get my pain out every time I smoke a blunt
Money keep me sane and them hoes, yeah they keep me dumb
Money make me sane and them hoes, yeah they keep me dumb
All I got is music, I know that I can do this
My homies they all dope boys, I don't want to do that
I see you staring hard but you better take a Kodak
My moneys so old that I call that shit a throwback
Hey
I keep these hoes on they knees these rappers they bow to they knees
I keep these hoes on they knees these rappers they bow to they knees
I keep these hoes on they knees these rappers they bow to they knees
You think you hot Shadoe the God, bitch I make it freeze
You think you hot Shadoe the God, bitch I make it freeze
Yeah
Key to my city that's what I'm gon get
You think you litty you niggas ain't shit
No where near valid my squad is legit
We soldiers, oh yeah
Yeah I fell down but I never did quit
Now a lot bitches all on my dick
Now a lot of shooters aim for the kid
F*ck it
Never really cared bout how you feel
Like my nigga irv I'm in the field
Yelling Independent like f*ck a deal
These days you never know what is real
If there's truth it gets sealed yeah
If you snitch you get killed yeah
If you rich you get billed yeah cause we're f*cked
It don't matter cause we all f*cked
Working too hard be the death of me
I think the lord has been testing me
I tried not to lose my integrity
But damnit got burned to the third degree
F*ck you if you never heard of me
And your truth man that shit sounds absurd to me
You a nuisance abusive and currently
I acknowledge your faults ain't to perfect see

Now What would you say if god talked to you
What if he told you he frowns on you
Says that you did too much sinning and
You f*cked up and brought the hell out of you
Look first off he gave me this attitude
But still I showed nothing but gratitude
You got on your knees
You prayed like a slave
My nigga I own the f*ck outta you
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Talking to god because I feel numb
Know I get my pain out every time I smoke a blunt
Money keep me sane and them hoes, yeah they keep me dumb
Money make me sane and them hoes, yeah they keep me dumb
All I got is music, I know that I can do this
My homies they all dope boys, I don't want to do that
I see you staring hard but you better take a Kodak
My moneys so old that I call that shit a throwback
Hey
I keep these hoes on they knees these rappers they bow to they knees
I keep these hoes on they knees these rappers they bow to they knees
I keep these hoes on they knees these rappers they bow to they knees
You think you hot Shadoe the God, bitch I make it freeze
You think you hot Shadoe the God, bitch I make it freeze
Yeah
Key to my city that's what I'm gon get
You think you litty you niggas ain't shit
No where near valid my squad is legit
We soldiers, oh yeah
Yeah I fell down but I never did quit
Now a lot bitches all on my dick
Now a lot of shooters aim for the kid
F*ck it
Never really cared bout how you feel
Like my nigga irv I'm in the field
Yelling Independent like f*ck a deal
These days you never know what is real
If there's truth it gets sealed yeah
If you snitch you get killed yeah
If you rich you get billed yeah cause we're f*cked
It don't matter cause we all f*cked
Working too hard be the death of me
I think the lord has been testing me
I tried not to lose my integrity
But damnit got burned to the third degree
F*ck you if you never heard of me
And your truth man that shit sounds absurd to me
You a nuisance abusive and currently
I acknowledge your faults ain't to perfect see

Now What would you say if god talked to you
What if he told you he frowns on you
Says that you did too much sinning and
You f*cked up and brought the hell out of you
Look first off he gave me this attitude
But still I showed nothing but gratitude
You got on your knees
You prayed like a slave
My nigga I own the f*ck outta you
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Writer: Anthony Raymond IV, Shamar Walker
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