August Alsina - Hip-Hop lyrics

I came from drop tops and old school Chevy's
Dope boys rollin' through
Shittin' on ya heavy fifteens in the trunk
Beatin' down your block
Only 4 years old when Biggie got shot
I remember playin' on the block
Hangin' on the block
Young niggas slangin' on the block
Gettin' off them rocks
Now we livin' better now, Coogi sweater now
Weather still gettin' colder, we could
Change the weather now, but I

Came up in criminal days
Livin' these criminal ways, what can I say?
Huggin' the block every day
Grindin' and making a way
At night I pray for better days
That it don't be the same tomorrow
Now I celebrate my sorrows with this bottle
And say

(Hip-Hop, hey Hip-Hop, hey
Hip-Hop, hey Hip-Hop, hey)
I pray for more better days
(Hip-Hop, hey Hip-Hop, hey
Hip-Hop, hey Hip-Hop, hey)
I know that I can feel change
(Hip-Hop, hey Hip-Hop, hey
Hip-Hop, hey Hip-Hop, hey)
I pray for more better days
(Hip-Hop, hey Hip-Hop, hey
Hip-Hop, hey Hip-Hop, hey)
I know that I can feel change

Everyday ain’t good but everyday ain’t bad
Mama always said
"Show thanks for what you have
Boy, never forget to realize you're blessed
This cold world can rot you if you let it"
Now I'm outchea tryna get it
Really outchea tryna get it
Always knew that I would make it
Maybe it was so prophetic
'Cause I came up from the
Bottom and the humblest beginnings
From the youngest nigga grindin' to
The youngest nigga winnin'

Still I came up in criminal days
Livin' these criminal ways, what can I say?
Huggin' the block every day
Grindin' and making a way
At night I pray for better days
That it don't be the same tomorrow
Now I celebrate my sorrows with this bottle
And say

(Hip-Hop, hey Hip-Hop, hey
Hip-Hop, hey Hip-Hop, hey)
I pray for more better days
(Hip-Hop, hey Hip-Hop, hey
Hip-Hop, hey Hip-Hop, hey)
I know that I can feel change
(Hip-Hop, hey Hip-Hop, hey
Hip-Hop, hey Hip-Hop, hey)
I pray for more better days
(Hip-Hop, hey Hip-Hop, hey
Hip-Hop, hey Hip-Hop, hey)
I know that I can feel change

'Fore you die
You make your mark and reach new levels
Want the bread
Want the diamonds and the bezels
And if it's bitches that you want
Have several
Just gotta know, lotta shit's temporary
It won't last, no, no, it won't last, no
One minute it's all here
Next thing you know it's all gone
That's why I been on my grizzy outchea
Long as I grind, better days are near

Came up in criminal days
Livin' these criminal ways, what can I say?
Huggin' the block every day
Grindin' and making a way
At night I pray for better days
That it don't be the same tomorrow
Now I celebrate my sorrows with this bottle
And say

(Hip-Hop, hey Hip-Hop, hey
Hip-Hop, hey Hip-Hop, hey)
I pray for more better days
(Hip-Hop, hey Hip-Hop, hey
Hip-Hop, hey Hip-Hop, hey)
I know that I can feel change
(Hip-Hop, hey Hip-Hop, hey
Hip-Hop, hey Hip-Hop, hey)
I pray for more better days
(Hip-Hop, hey Hip-Hop, hey
Hip-Hop, hey Hip-Hop, hey)
I know that I can feel change