YGM Jayy & Mook Dook - Keep Hoping And Praying

Let's get this shit poppin' right now, man
Right now Right now
right now, right now, right now, right now
Like, right now
A nigga in beast mode

Yeah
Can't nobody stop me
I got Mook Dook behind me
You know that! You know that

Ain't no tellin' where a nigga could go
I be eatin', got him jockin' my flow
Me and Mook Dook up next for sho
YGM, SBM, that is my bro

Everything we drop, turn into gold
Name a track, me and Mook ain't rode
We like some veterans off in this bitch
Plenty hits, we deserve to be rich

But we humble, still chasin' this dream
In the yo, snappin', rollin' up green
Plottin' on 'em, man, we tryna expand
We ain't stoppin' till the world in our hand

A billion dollars, the outcome of my plan
I'm 'bout a check, what is you sayin'
Keep hopin' and prayin
If you think I'ma fall off, bitch

Keep hoping and praying
Keep hoping and praying
You think I'ma fall off, bitch

Keep hoping and praying
Keep hoping and praying
You think I'ma fall off, bitch

Keep hoping and praying
Keep hoping and praying
You think I'ma fall off, bitch

You think I'ma fall off, bitch
You think I'ma fall off, bitch

Keep hoping and praying
Keep hoping and praying
You think I'ma fall off, bitch

Keep hoping and praying
Keep hoping and praying
You think I'ma fall off, bitch

Keep hoping and praying
Keep hoping and praying
You think I'ma fall off, bitch

You think I'm a fall off, bitch
You think I'm a fall off, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch

Yeah
Do I really gotta do this shit
Jayy already killed it
I gotta do it? Okay

Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em

Half of these niggas really haters
The other half of 'em just dead
In a crowd I'll spot twenty fakers
I tell my people off with they heads

We in the game like coke, me and Jayy can't quit
Ain't nobody fuckin' with my clique! Squad
You can't really tell who I'm with! Mob
Chillin' with a killer and he itchin' to rob

Keep hoping and praying I fall, I promise to watch your demise
You're covered in lies
Underling the fact that you turn on your fam for a gram
Sacrifice 'em like lamb, I'll be damned

Hatin' on me, cause my grind on one-fifty
I throw the doe, it just float like a frisbee
We hear you talk, but ain't nobody listening
K2K flow, I can flip it like Durrty

We in this bitch with two K's and a thirty
We worthy, you look like a birdie
I'm certain we murkin', that ain't no discussion, no touching
Germaphobes you're disgusting, fuck it

I love the doe like Lovett
Can tell you I'm NOW, can't speak on who wasn't, who ain't
I'm on the way to the bank, runnin' with Tom Hanks
Me falling? I can't

Keep hoping and praying
Keep hoping and praying
You think I'ma fall off, bitch

Keep hoping and praying
Keep hoping and praying
You think I'ma fall off, bitch

Keep hoping and praying
Keep hoping and praying
You think I'ma fall off, bitch

You think I'ma fall off, bitch
You think I'ma fall off, bitch

Keep hoping and praying
Keep hoping and praying
You think I'ma fall off, bitch

Keep hoping and praying
Keep hoping and praying
You think I'ma fall off, bitch

Keep hoping and praying
Keep hoping and praying
You think I'ma fall off, bitch

You think I'm a fall off, bitch
You think I'm a fall off, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch

Written by:
Jaylen Cook, Israel Branch

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