Hood Pope

Album: Trap Lord (2013)
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  • Oh let me sing my song, if you feel this shit, mothafucka sing along
    Oh it's the Hood Pope, chain hang low, red rubies and the gold
    Oh young trap lord, feel your pain, I be down for my people
    Oh drinking Jesus juice, jeans hang low, red rubies and the gold

    And we sick, cause we hurting
    Pull a chrome fifth when they murk them
    Then murk off in Excursion
    All cause a nigga be lurking
    Big money shit we earning
    A bunch of hooligans need churching
    I'm the Hood Pope, these my children
    And I'll be their Donny McClurkin
    Gold teeth when I'm smirking
    Bunch of little kids running 'round need nuturing
    Lord know that I ain't really perfect
    All of these clowns run around this circus
    Lord please what is my purpose
    Besides fucking these Persians
    Popping these bottles and popping these models
    Please tell me where is the Sherman
    And I'm smoking my weed, put me in my zone
    Demons chasing me, cause they want my dome
    And I carry the heat, and I sleep with the chrome
    'Cause I'm in some beef, and they want my dome

    Oh let me sing my song, if you feel this shit, mothafucka sing along
    Oh it's the Hood Pope, chain hang low, red rubies and the gold
    Oh young Trap Lord, feel your pain, I be down for my people
    Oh drinking Jesus juice, jeans hang low, red rubies and the gold

    God say "Son, you don't wanna go down"
    Now you praying in that trap when you hear that gun sound
    God say "Son, you don't wanna go down"
    Now you praying in that trap when you hear that gun sound
    God say "Son, you don't wanna go down"
    Now you praying in that trap when you hear that gun sound
    God say "Son, you don't wanna go down"
    Now you praying in that trap when you hear that gun sound

    And I told you, told you time again
    That ain't you gon' find your friends
    You talking about you riding with them
    And fighting with them, those ain't your friends
    You dying, lying on cement, momma be crying "Don't take him!"
    Gotta be trying, but he said "I promise he won't, ever again"
    God, he was a little child, he was a good kid for a while
    He found the streets and then it got wild, God, I promise, never again
    God, he is my only child, please don't wake him so he smiles
    But all she hear is lonely sounds, now he won't talk ever again

    Oh let me sing my song, if you feel this shit, mothafucka sing along
    Oh it's the Hood Pope, chain hang low, red rubies and the gold
    Oh young Trap Lord, feel your pain, I be down for my people
    Oh drinking Jesus juice, jeans hang low, red rubies and the gold Writer/s: CHRIS BASHAM, DAROLD DURARD BROWN, JEFFREY WASHINGTON, TASHFIQUR PATWARY
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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