DJ Hoppa continues his string of Hoppa And Friends 2 releases with Lost Souls, a grimey boom bap single with Demrick & Marlon Craft contributing their lyrical abilities to the track.
Artist: DJ Hoppa
Title: Lost Souls (Feat. Demrick & Marlon Craft)
Release Date: 02/03/2020
Lyrics:
Yea yea
Pockets empty trying to get those bank rolls
Yea
This that god flow I’m getting on my Pablo
Got that fire convo turn these niggas John Doe
You need that bird box blind fold to find where my mind go
I’m here to leave a mark like vitiligo
But what do I know life’s about survival
my bars worshiped like the verses in the Bible
independent bitch this industry can suck and swallow
Always Festival ready you know we tough to follow
live life tomorrow don’t exist Seen niggas I was just with
reaper scratch em off the list
feast or famine I want salmon on my dish
Growing up fucked up there wasnt nothing in the fridge
can’t trust ya relatives jealous as these fellas is
Cousin telling uncle selling he done caught a felon bid
He told me Demrick grow up be a better kid
I told him I’m gon blow up be bigger than he ever did
and I did
Pockets empty trying to get those bank rolls
Heart turned cold baby we the lost souls
Raised on the bright side of the dark roads
Live for today pray for tomorrow
Pockets empty trying to get those bank rolls
Heart turned cold baby we the lost souls
Raised on the bright side of the dark roads
Live for today pray for tomorrow
Homie if realness was our currency then i’d be Jeff Bezos
And your favorite famous rapper’d work HR for my payroll
And i still don't know if i’d have enough wealth to save the day though
‘Cause it seem like everyone that they be diggin is a A-hole
But shit, you think they might wan’ try me?
If i apply force i’m gon break you word to Zion’s Nikes
They ask me how i make a livin, i defy unlikely
And stay flirtin with disaster when she try be wifey
I walked in empty shoes just to find my soul
To where this pain that i’ve befriended be
Just to find that rappers is all like iphone batteries
Don’t keep that same energy
This game will try to shit on you
But i live three years ahead in my head
So in my mind i’ve already flexed on you and forgiven you
Check my location i’m droppin pins at the pinnacle, i aint boastful i’m literal, CRAFT
Pockets empty trying to get those bank rolls
My heart turned cold baby we the lost souls
Raised on the bright side of the the dark roads
Live for today pray for tomorrow
This that god flow
I’m getting on my Pablo
Got that fire convo turn these niggas John Doe
You need that bird box blind fold to find where my mind go
I’m Here to leave a mark like vitiligo
But what do I know lifes about survival my bars worshiped like the verses in the Bible
independent bitch this industry can suck and swallow
Always Festival ready you know we tough to follow
live life tomorrow don’t exist
Seen niggas I was just with reaper scratch em off the list feast or famine I want salmon on my dish
Growing up fucked up there wasnt nothing in the fridge can’t trust ya relatives jealous as these fellas is
Cousin telling uncle selling he done caught a felon bid
He told me Demrick grow up be a better kid I told him I’m gon blow up be bigger than he ever did and I did
Homie if realness was our currency then i’d be Jeff Bezos
And your favorite famous rapper’d work HR for my payroll
And i still don't know if i’d have enough wealth to save the day though
‘Cause it seem like everyone that they be diggin is a A-hole/
But shit, you think they might wan’ try me?
If i apply force i’m gon break you word to Zion’s Nikes
They ask me how i make a livin, i defy unlikely
And stay flirtin with disaster when she try be wifey/
I walked in empty shoes just to find my soul
To where this pain that i’ve befriended be
Just to find that rappers is all like iphone batteries
Don’t keep that same energy/
This game will try to shit on you
But i live two years ahead in my head
So in my mind i’ve already flexed on you and forgiven you
Check my location i’m droppin pins at the pinnacle, i aint boastful i’m literal, CRAFT
Pockets empty trying to get those bank rolls
Heart turned cold baby we the lost souls
Raised on the bright side of the dark roads
Live for today pray for tomorrow
Pockets empty trying to get those bank rolls
Heart turned cold baby we the lost souls
Raised on the bright side of the dark roads
Live for today pray for tomorrow
Pockets empty trying to get those bank rolls
Yea
This that god flow I’m getting on my Pablo
Got that fire convo turn these niggas John Doe
You need that bird box blind fold to find where my mind go
I’m here to leave a mark like vitiligo
But what do I know life’s about survival
my bars worshiped like the verses in the Bible
independent bitch this industry can suck and swallow
Always Festival ready you know we tough to follow
live life tomorrow don’t exist Seen niggas I was just with
reaper scratch em off the list
feast or famine I want salmon on my dish
Growing up fucked up there wasnt nothing in the fridge
can’t trust ya relatives jealous as these fellas is
Cousin telling uncle selling he done caught a felon bid
He told me Demrick grow up be a better kid
I told him I’m gon blow up be bigger than he ever did
and I did
Pockets empty trying to get those bank rolls
Heart turned cold baby we the lost souls
Raised on the bright side of the dark roads
Live for today pray for tomorrow
Pockets empty trying to get those bank rolls
Heart turned cold baby we the lost souls
Raised on the bright side of the dark roads
Live for today pray for tomorrow
Homie if realness was our currency then i’d be Jeff Bezos
And your favorite famous rapper’d work HR for my payroll
And i still don't know if i’d have enough wealth to save the day though
‘Cause it seem like everyone that they be diggin is a A-hole
But shit, you think they might wan’ try me?
If i apply force i’m gon break you word to Zion’s Nikes
They ask me how i make a livin, i defy unlikely
And stay flirtin with disaster when she try be wifey
I walked in empty shoes just to find my soul
To where this pain that i’ve befriended be
Just to find that rappers is all like iphone batteries
Don’t keep that same energy
This game will try to shit on you
But i live three years ahead in my head
So in my mind i’ve already flexed on you and forgiven you
Check my location i’m droppin pins at the pinnacle, i aint boastful i’m literal, CRAFT
Pockets empty trying to get those bank rolls
My heart turned cold baby we the lost souls
Raised on the bright side of the the dark roads
Live for today pray for tomorrow
This that god flow
I’m getting on my Pablo
Got that fire convo turn these niggas John Doe
You need that bird box blind fold to find where my mind go
I’m Here to leave a mark like vitiligo
But what do I know lifes about survival my bars worshiped like the verses in the Bible
independent bitch this industry can suck and swallow
Always Festival ready you know we tough to follow
live life tomorrow don’t exist
Seen niggas I was just with reaper scratch em off the list feast or famine I want salmon on my dish
Growing up fucked up there wasnt nothing in the fridge can’t trust ya relatives jealous as these fellas is
Cousin telling uncle selling he done caught a felon bid
He told me Demrick grow up be a better kid I told him I’m gon blow up be bigger than he ever did and I did
Homie if realness was our currency then i’d be Jeff Bezos
And your favorite famous rapper’d work HR for my payroll
And i still don't know if i’d have enough wealth to save the day though
‘Cause it seem like everyone that they be diggin is a A-hole/
But shit, you think they might wan’ try me?
If i apply force i’m gon break you word to Zion’s Nikes
They ask me how i make a livin, i defy unlikely
And stay flirtin with disaster when she try be wifey/
I walked in empty shoes just to find my soul
To where this pain that i’ve befriended be
Just to find that rappers is all like iphone batteries
Don’t keep that same energy/
This game will try to shit on you
But i live two years ahead in my head
So in my mind i’ve already flexed on you and forgiven you
Check my location i’m droppin pins at the pinnacle, i aint boastful i’m literal, CRAFT
Pockets empty trying to get those bank rolls
Heart turned cold baby we the lost souls
Raised on the bright side of the dark roads
Live for today pray for tomorrow
Pockets empty trying to get those bank rolls
Heart turned cold baby we the lost souls
Raised on the bright side of the dark roads
Live for today pray for tomorrow