El8ch - Hoop Dreams

My hoop dreams turned to booth dreams
We ain’t at the park girl fuck yo mood swings
Fmg and moose we mob tied like some shoe strings
I hit her 700 different ways I feel like dooski
I see me at the top what you do you see
I’m not a a.c hell nawl bitch we can’t vent
Got tired of the glock so big bro just cop the da stick
But ima be the one that hit , like a paper let it rip
I told my dawg to try to stay up out these streets he got jits
But he always in the bathroom he really with the shits
When Steve died I ain’t cry I couldn’t really feel that shit
But at the night on God that shit hit
I wish I can show my past , but I can’t like you a corner back
I was down on my ass,I came up I know you notice that
These niggas so trash , don’t make me get in my bag
I couldn’t stay in that class
Dropped out to get me some cash why is you mad
Everytime i hit the Stu I got my hoodie on like Trayvon and Ima thug it out until that day come
Get caught don’t say nun , pockets fat but they still in shape l feel like tayvon
Get hit with this you won’t survive like a ray gun
Feature you gotta pay for it , ain’t nothing free
If you want a verse just send the beat
Gotta pay 300 but I swear it’s heat
And I’m being nice cause that fucking cheap
Get caught don’t fucking speak
Fmg we not deep
Circle small like a peep, Hole
Do this shit for my people
223 came with a peep, hole
Damn I’m too ill is that even legal
Got clips no movies we work at regals
Fuck love cause backwards it’s really evol
My heart black yours red we is not equal
My hoop dreams turned to booth dreams
We ain’t at the park girl fuck yo mood swings
Fmg and moose we mob tied like some shoe strings
I hit her 700 different ways I feel like dooski
I see me at the top what you do you see
I’m not a a.c hell nawl bitch we can’t vent
Got tired of the glock so big bro just cop the da stick
But ima be the one that hit , like a paper let it rip

Written by:
Isaac Frye Jr

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