Hip-Hop August Alsina

[Verse 1]
I came from drop tops and old school Chevy's
Dope boys rollin' through, shittin' on ya heavy
Fifteens in the trunk, beatin' down your block
Only 4 years old when Biggie got shot
I remember playin' on the block, hangin' on the block
Young niggas slangin' on the block, gettin' off them rocks
Now we livin' better now, Coogi sweater now
Weather still gettin' colder, we could change the weather now, but I

[Pre-Chorus]
Came up in criminal days
Livin' these criminal ways, what can I say?
Huggin' the block every day
Grindin' and making a way
At night I pray for better days
That it don't be the same tomorrow
Now I celebrate my sorrows with this bottle
And say

[Chorus]
(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
(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