Baby girl, I just hope When I grow up, I can know the ropes Never selling my soul Guess we won't know until we know All I can do is hope, hope, hope All I can do is hope When I die, I'll leave a note Till then, I just hope, hope I'm bout to switch it on you all My shoes are bleeding with the blood of Ma Luther King, these ain't no Louboutins This is for tough guns This is for activists riding in Teflon With the bulletproof vests on This is for misters who know that I'm serious This is for all the delirious kids who can live inside the prison pyramid This place a prison, are you hearing this? Believe me, this not a conspiracy I don't label myself a conspiracist, I need a therapist Look, Fahrenheit 451 Building 7 wasn't hitting, there's more shit to come The Pentagon is on a run I hope I go to heaven when this shit is done Business is business, I get it I'm just wishing all these prisons was not independent Lobbyists are innocent, lobbying to make it obvious Innocent people are prosecuted for a living I talk to Judah in my visions, your bullshit is done I'll be Ma on Luther in a minute Monsanto products in the kitchen Why do you even get passionate when you be spitting? You know that they don't even listen They care about why I suffer life in plenty Lean up in they fridges and wearing crosses like they Christian When playing chess and I'm the bishop I just ran out of ammunition, baby, but I'm still on a mission Your verses sound like dirty dishes, and that shit's a joke Baby, all I do are hoes Baby, all I do are hoes And I never sell out my soul Yeah, we won't know until we know Baby, all I do are hoes Hoes, hoes Baby, all I do are hoes When I come back, ignore the ropes And I never sell out my soul, no, no And I never sell out my soul, no No, no, no Sell out my soul, no No, no, no Hey, hey Gloomy, gloomy days in Calabasas Cities on the map, so now it's hella ratchets Misfits soldier with my stripes and badges Shouldn't plug the click, but that's just automatic Got a number there, well, what's her name? Never hit her up, but I'm so glad I have it In case a lonely day she'll fall upon me I can make a call and we can shed some magic Got a psychopath at floor, I'm scared of snapping Hit him in the back and they don't know what happened So subliminally, you didn't know, smooth criminal Call me Michael Jackson, I would die for this A suicidal passion, you and I were simply too alive to have it Girl, my ego had to die, ego had to fly I'm just really glad this rumor's padded Cause I'm going harder than a running back Once I get it all, I ain't coming back Girl, I guess we'll never talk again Well, I didn't know that you wanted that Could've left you with them other kids Would've helped us with a lot of suffering Now I'm hanging out with mutual friends And they just do a lot of wondering You want to come up, come up, come up, come up I ain't want the drama, drama, drama, drama Take you anywhere in the world you wanna go Baby, you my pseudo, baby, mama mia You a gang, gang, gang, gang, no bandana That's no problem Feeling cooler than a fountain Run through it where you wanna, baby Girl, I swear you got me I can feel your body Laying right beside me First steps through the lobby Girl, I swear you got me I can feel your body I can feel your world inside of you I feel your soul in me Kiss me baby Kiss me baby Kiss me baby Kiss me baby Kiss me baby Kiss me baby Cuz girl I would give you what I want Baby, you my pseudo, baby, mama mia You a gang, gang, gang, gang, no bandana That's no problem Won't tell no one Won't tell no one O-o-o-o-o O-o-o-o-o O-o-o-o-o O-o-o-o-o O-o-moa Hey sir Who is she? What's the matter with you? Hey Hey Why are you not talking? Huh? I'm fine So, do you party much?