Ces Cru, Bernz - Hope lyrics

Feel good, fucker i’m full of hope
I’m full of hope you know? You know
With your bitch ass

I’m full of hope, yes
Truer than a motherfucker
I’m full of smoke, yes
Cooler than a motherfucker
Flying through the Midi
The most hated in my city
Couldn’t give a bloody fuck, look up
I keep these feelings with me
If a hater marks a hickey
I’m a target come and stick me
I can pick a chick apart so
If she starts to acting picky
I be rolling up that sticky while
I’m throwing up them deuces
Just a slave to the rhythm
Neck inside of seven nooses
I ain’t calling him a racists
If you thought so you’s a dummy
Death is chasing me while
I pursue this money, kind of funny
It’s a sunny day in Killer City
If you feel it split a philly
Skip it, you can feel it with me
Ces about to kill it, really
Let somebody write for me? You’s a comedian
Silly, Wayne signed to Sony homie
We are not Milli Vanilli
You are not ready steady
The flow of your energy
Put O’shea in that KC Tea
Pop the top on that Hennessey

Nobody’s knockin I can chill
Got me feelin good
The birds chirpin sun shinin
Got me feelin good
I’m ridin with the windows down
Got me feelin good my city's ill
Can’t nothin stop me from feelin good
Yeah, y’all got me feelin good
The birds chirpin sun shinin
Got me feelin good
I’m ridin with the windows down
Got me feelin good that's how I feel
Can’t nothin stop me from feelin good

I’m about to take what’s mine
I’m a let them take it easy
Take your time I’ll give you space
And take your place on TV
It’s give and take I’m chasin cheese
But that don’t make me greedy
If you don’t give a fuck they’ll rape
You and then take it freely
Let’s celebrate graffiti fuck it
Elevate the needy
If only it was that simple to
Sell a crate of CD’s let’s keep it relevant
How well equipped am I
They debate the creation of
My intelligent design
I tried to told em but they didn’t listen
It’s tougher to sit in prison then deal
With reality and big decisions
Bottled your instinct and slept on intuition
The reason I Stevie Wondered about
Your depth of inner vision
My dreams manifest that’s divination
I’m overwhelmed with possibility
You’re stressed about your limitations
It’s all about the mindstate you stay in
If you don’t like it change the situation

We hope pushers dispensing the
Most dangerous drug
Tryna give you that pure with
Each batch we cut up
The heart pumps to a beat
That’s why we trap over drums
A little product we got
Until the shipping’s all done
You want to purchase?
Mayday and Ces, they got about a pound
You heard this?
Your whiskey glass half empty?
Well fuck a sermon
Better call your bartender till
Your throat starts hurting
Until it’s burning, the shit’s working
Riding down the district
Causing nothing but mischief
Bass so heavy you flinching
Just to get some attention
Some girls in every direction
Thinking the future’s ours
Had to bottle this instant
Just to sell it to y’all
An enemy of the system for
Putting it in your system
Yeah it’s stranger than fiction
Still we cutting it raw
Our products flooding the streets and
It’s starting to float abroad