Down [explicit] Lyrics - Joi

I hope (I hope) 

I hope with the highest of hopes 

That I never have to go back to the trap 

And my days of dealing with dope 

So I, I only spit fire and dope 

So later on you can go quote 

My lines to your people and folk 

And they say damn (damn) 

That boy be spitting that pressure (pressure) 

And he be smoking that pressure (pressure) 

And he smart as a professor (yessir) 

25 lighters on dresser, pound of that pressure 

Sittin right next to (next to) 

Next to a book and a gun 

Ballot or bullet, you better use one 

One time for the freedom of speeches (speech) 

Two time for the right to hold heaters (heaters) 

Just skip to the fifth with the cops in the house 

Close your mouth and pray to your Jesus 

Ask why cause the Devil a lie (lie) 

So I stay holy and high (high) 

May never get rich, but I never bitch 

'Cause I made it here by and by 

My, my, y'all 

I coulda died, y'all 

A couple times I took my eyes off the prize, y'all 

I know a few people pray for my demise, y'all 

But like cream, I had to rise, I had to rise, y'all 

Oh my, y'all 

I coulda died, y'all 

A couple times, I took my eyes off the prize, y'all 

I know a couple people pray for my demise, y'all 

But even birds with broken wings want to fly, y'all 

RTJ 

You're gonna need a bigger boat, boys, you're in trouble 

Gonna need a little hope, boys, on the double 

You muckin' with a G here, see talk to me 

Or maybe listen to the man that barely dodged his own lobotomy 

Pop the tape in baby, we got shit we wrote for you 

Came from feeling what a pure absence of hope can do 

Only to leap through flaming rings and break the nose of crews 

Still in their wings'll be them darlings of hope they've broken you 

(Yeah, they better hope that) I'm a full force and a cold fact 

See the cold floor, where I licked dirt when the dough dried and pride died 

Had a bud max, had to shop right 

Gimme two meals and the lights on 

I'mma do right, get a new crew 

Make a new life, never boo hoo 

Never lose sight, I'm true dude 

With a burst heart from a old soul 

Better stop drop when the squad's hot, we don't stop a lot 

We don't talk a lot about it, we just pop it off a lot 

I'm high, man, I'm a cosmonaut 

Scream, "Fuck 'em," 'til they lop our bloody noggins off 

I promise y'all 

My, my, y'all 

I coulda died, y'all 

A couple times I took my eyes off the prize, y'all 

I know a few people pray for my demise, y'all 

But like cream, I had to rise, I had to rise, y'all 

Oh my, y'all 

I coulda died, y'all 

A couple times, I took my eyes off the prize, y'all 

I know a couple people pray for my demise, y'all 

But even birds with broken wings want to fly, y'all