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pfv - high hopes lyrics

[chorus – matt pfv]
i wake up, search for money every day
your opinion don’t mean sh-t about the bank
you ain’t done a thing, you shouldn’t give advice though
i’m low-key but i’m moving ‘long with high hopes

i wake up, search for money every day
your opinion don’t mean sh-t about the bank
you ain’t done a thing, you shouldn’t give advice though
i’m low-key but i’m moving ‘long with high hopes

[verse 1 – matt pfv]
yeah
all of these people are snakes and i’m weeding them out like tobacco and swish
i just get back to the scripture and feel it while they all get back to “prescrips”
i will not ask them forgiveness ’cause all my sh-t backs my description
i am attacking the symptoms of cl-sses of prisons, stay true to my genes like my fashion’s religion

[verse 2 – matt pfv]
why do they lie to my face?
why do you stay on your phone?
why don’t you show me respect?
why don’t you leave me alone?
i know you planted the seed
now you must reap what you sow
you underestimate me
now you will be sad when i’m gone

[verse 3 – matt pfv]
your number is up, i will call like i need a ticket
i don’t need specifics, i just needed proof
don’t need a prison so i’m leaving you
don’t need the pressure nor the second guessing
no matter what i’m blastin’, i’m leading through
my [?] fashion is i’m truly dead
and by the lessons you went and taught me (oh!)

i wake up, search for money every day
your opinion don’t mean sh-t about the bank
you ain’t done a thing, you shouldn’t give advice though
i’m low-key but i’m moving ‘long with high hopes

[verse 4 – notebook]
i need dollars, i need dollars (whatchu say?)
well give me [?] and honors (i don’t play)
so when i die, don’t bother
i want a big plane i can roam in mid flight that why i’ll be sky-walking
forcing hard enough to tell you sit down like i’m your father
shh, don’t speak
now please don’t pretend you know me
my pieces for flexing low-key
i need no new friends, they’re homies
my ce-lo rejects, they’re phony
come to me with suggestions and tips
point a finger, just press to your lips
silence is louder than words
but you’re hurting my head with this sh-t
i really can’t stress it no more
i’d rather not stress it at all
you don’t get the message i guess
you shouldn’t be telling me sh-t
show me credentials and then i consider
whatever you’re talking about
other than that just keep your thoughts to yourself
be on your way, and make sure they follow you out

i wake up, search for money every day
your opinion don’t mean sh-t about the bank
you ain’t done a thing, you shouldn’t give advice though
i’m low-key but i’m moving ‘long with high hopes

- pfv lyrics

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