August Alsina – Hip-Hop – Lyrics

Hip-Hop by August Alsina

[Verse 1]

I came from drop tops and old school Chevy's

Dope boys rollin' through, shittin' on ya heavy

Just came in the trunk beatin' down your block

Only 4 years old and Biggie got shot

I remember playing on the block, hanging on the block

Young niggas slanging on the block, getting off them rocks

Now we livin' better now, Gucci sweater now

Weather still getting colder, we could change the weather now

But I

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Came up in criminal days

Living these criminal ways, what can I say

Hugging the block every day

Grindin' and making a way

And that I pray, for better days

That it don't be the same tomorrow

Now I celebrate my sorrows with this bottle

And say

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(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

[Verse 2]

Everything good, but, everything bad

Mama always said show thanks for what you have

Boy never forget to realise your bad

Just go up and grind you, if you let it

Now I'm out here tryna get it, really out here tryna get it

Always knew that I would make it, maybe it was so prophetic

Cause I came from the bottom and the humbless beginnings

From the youngest nigga grindin' to the youngest nigga wining

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[Verse 3]

'Fore you die you make your mark and reach new levels

Want the bread, want the diamonds and the bezels

And if these bitches that you want, have several

Just gotta know, lotta shit's temporary

It won't last, no, no, it won't last, no

Meaning it til' here

Next thing you know it's all gone

That's why I been on my crazy outchea

Long as I grind, better days are near

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